As you all know, today is the day the title of Book 9 is announced.
Except it isn't.
Nope, now that day will be Monday, because there's something else that I want to talk about instead, something a little more important than a book title.
I've been working hard these past few months. I write the occasional blog entry, I've barely been on twitter, I've barely glanced at the Forums or the Facebook page. I'm writing, and I know you understand that, and I appreciate your patience. It's not going to be for very much longer, either. I'm planning on finishing the book next week. I have a lot to do, but I reckon I can do it.
But something has happened in my absence. Something troubling. Not on the twitter page — everyone there is funny and enthusiastic. Not on the Facebook page — everyone there is supportive and astonishingly excitable. Not on the Forums, either — they argue, debate, discuss, and at no time do they ever let these arguments spill over into anything else.
Nope, the trouble is here, in the Comments section of this blog.
Most of the Minions who comment here are my kind of people. They're weird. And I mean, unashamedly odd. I've always been so, so proud of you guys, because I look around at other fandoms and I see everyone sniping at each other and divisions forming and I'm comforted by the fact that none of that happens here.
But I've been away. I've taken my eye off the game. And now I'm seeing behaviour that could be classed as bullying.
You all know my stance on bullying. I will not abide it. The blog, twitter, Facebook, Forums... ANYTHING associated with me must have zero tolerance for bullying. I just won't have it.
The Minions who comment here, I want you to think about the comments you leave. If you never say anything negative about anyone, step over here beside me. I like you. You can be my friend. But if you think about the things you say and you're frowning to yourself? Then I'm probably talking to you.
Harsh words are one thing. We all argue. We all have harsh words. But if all you have, for one particular person, are harsh words? If you CONSISTENTLY say negative things about one PARTICULAR person? Then that's bullying. And that has to stop.
I'm not naming any names. I don't want the bullies to be, in turned, bullied by people who are annoyed they won't get the title until Monday. I don't want recriminations. But what I do want is for you to realise that we're all here because, to some degree, we're all the same. We each have enough in common, as people, as individuals, to love the same things. Do you realise how wonderful that is? To KNOW you have something in common with all these other people?
I have never called Minions "my fans". I will call them fans of the books, fans of the characters, but they're never MY fans. They're never fans of ME. Because we're all the same. I'm not better than you, just because I'm the writer and you're the reader. I have enough in common with each of you to know that, if we met, we'd get along. We'd find SOME common ground.
You're on a train. You see someone in another seat reading a book you LOVE. And you instantly smile, because you have connected with that person. So look around. See all the people who comment and the people who tweet and blog and post... there are your people. These are your friends. Let the harsh words fade away. Wipe the slate clean. Start fresh.
Where I train, in the most brutal form of fighting there is, we have a rule, and it's quite simple. We're training to fight and hurt and break and smash. On the street, we're animals. We're horrible. We're violent. We're nasty. But in the club, when we train, the rule is: Be nice or go home.
So be nice. Being nice is so much NICER than not being nice. Try it and see, and then you can come over here and stand beside me, and you can be my friend too.
But don't make me angry. You wouldn't like what I do to your favourite characters when I'm angry.
Friday, April 11, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 2001 – 2200 of 4955 Newer› Newest»I love the very very slightly satirical edge that Zaf brings to Nic.
Hunter has suddenly gone off hand grenades, tanks, machine guns, Apache helicopters, fighter jets, nuclear submarines, and the nuclear warheads INSIDE the nuclear submarines.
He is now frowning, thinking that that doesn't really leave a lot of weapons left.
Okay.
He's decided to jump back on and forgive them all.
But if they attempt to destroy his sparkles, or anyone else's sparkles, or independent sparkles, he will use the weapons against themselves.
They have been warned.
#ChaseForBookNine
((Dragona I stole the fuel of your flamethrower, look at the comment before your ded.))
@Dragona: Hunter says you shouldn't be so certain. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*appears in a tree, without glitter* You. Got. Glitter. On. My. Coat. *shifts into a crow and flies onto Silente's head, pecking her violently*
#ChaseForBook9
But... but... but...
MY FLAMETHROWER
ARGH!
*dives under the glitter to escape Nic-crow*
**the Nic-crow
@Silente - so first it was in the atmosphere, now it's like... a glitter-lake?
That HAS to be bad for the environment.
(Yeah Trip, as far as I know she is.)
Chase: Would you like some tea or something?
Ellie: Oh no, don't make a fuss. You sit down too.
*She takes his hand compassionately as he sits down.*
Ellie: I'm so sorry about Emerald.
Chase: That's okay. But what's this about Drew being out of country.
Ellie: He's in Paris, on assignment. But don't worry I heard about this doppelganger you have.
Chase: Yeah he's locked up in the spare room. I have a ball of light shining on top of him just to keep him dazed. Those shadows are crazy.
Ellie: Now are we talking Deacon shadows or another kind.
*Chase looked at her with worried eyes*
Chase: I don't know...
*flies away from glitter and sits in a tree* *speaks in Silente's mind* Now, vampire, yoy do not mess up my coat, this coat is as old as I am.
#ChaseForBook9
Niccrow.
*giggles :P*
#ChaseForBookNine
*you
#ChaseForBook9
Star, somehow I imagine that to be a place in prison where sparkles await their execution.
((Its basically coving anything it landed on in a 4 mile radius after floating down from the sky. And it dissolves in an hour leaving the enviroment safe and unharmed))
@Dragona: XD
Niccolò ohmygosh. XD
SILENTE YOU SHOULD RELEASE GLITTER BOMBS MORE OFTEN. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*points at the mutant sparkle-squirrel*
Safe and unharmed *nods*
*jumps up with a glitterthrower in hand*
*basically it sprays glitter everywhere*
*charges after Nic firing glitter at him*
*and yelling a battle cry*
Well, the mutant sparkle-squirrel is safe (from sparkles at least) and I mean, well, it's alive and functioning, is it not?
#ChaseForBookNine
*draws two submachine guns and starts spraying bullets on to the glitter dramatically*
((@star Well since the little cuffufle yesterday with the h bombs the factory now only produced glitter and bubble weapons.))
*crows a terrified crow and turns into a harmless lady bug, flying away*
#ChaseForBook9
*still chases the ladybug*
*changes to a lower setting that releases less glitter*
*but still fire glitter at Nic*
*grinning broadly and laughing*
*shifts into human and simply vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
@Silente: Fair enough. XD
@Niccolò: XD XD
#ChaseForBookNine
*frowns lowering the nossel*
Hey. That's cheating. You can't just dissapear!
*looks around for him*
*appears and quickly melts into a tree, staying hidden from Silente*
#ChaseForBook9
*looks around for him*
*mutters under her breath* cheater.
*decides to make everything pretty*
*turns the setting and spins around*
*glitter hits everything around her making it sparkly*
*appears behind Silente and restrains her* Stop with the glitter!
#ChaseForBook9
No! Glitter!
*the glitterthrower continues spitting out glitter*
*grins and jumps backwards tripping Nic and sending them both backwards into the glitter*
I wish Hunter was here . . . or not; he might explode. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
http://postimg.org/image/gvemy841v/
((Here lies Hunter
Cause of death: exploded due to glitter overdose
Chillin' with Satan))
Crimson: It's shadowmancy all right.
I've got experience.
*looks ready to murder her* Silente, put that glitterthrower down. *his voice stays deadly calm, and sweet*
#ChaseForBook9
@Silente: Pretty much. XD *laughs*
(He actually will explode if he gets too excited, or just die for overheating. He generally just ends up fainting from excessive energy usage, however. XD)
#ChaseForBookNine
*giggles*
Never!
*waves it around*
*points it up making it rain glitter on them*
((Niccoat))
#ChaseForBook9
YEAH NICCOAT. XD
Trar though
"seven little baby cafés"
*dies of laughter again*
MARA I LOVE YOU
#ChaseForBookNine
*sighs* Vampire, put it down, you are a beast, not a fluffy bunny.
#ChaseForBook9
I am a glitter beast!
*smiles getting hyper*
*continues making it rain glitter on them*
"You are a beast, not a fluffy bunny."
*laughs*
#ChaseForBookNine
((Beasts can like glitter too!))
Oh my god I remember the quote now! XD
Ellie: Can I see him?
*Chase pauses before looking down, taking his hand away from Ellie*
Chase: I don't think that's wise Ellie. Whoever that is, has done something awful to my wife and I don't want it happening to you.
*forces Silente into unconsciousness* Please work...
#ChaseForBook9
*falls backwards into the glitter*
*lays in it temporarily unconscious*
http://postimg.org/image/63y2g9t4d/
*vanishes and comes back glitterless* Good vampire. *picks up vampire and lays her near the lake, on nice soft sand*
#ChaseForBook9
((I like DAT picture dragona. Days a niceeee picture))
Silente: Ikr? 30 seconds work :P
((You may wake whenever you like, Silente.))
#ChaseForBook9
((Good!))
*begins stirring on the sand*
*wakes up with a headache*
*wonders how the hell she got to the lake*
*stands and looks at her glitter covered self*
*grins and runs back to the glitter*
*stays away from the glitter*
#ChaseForBook9
If you haven't seen the picture (please do).
A weapon so awesome it needed its own image.
http://postimg.org/image/63y2g9t4d/
*dives into it again*
*smiles and stands with the glitter up to her chin*
*taps her nose and dissapears a sec*
*comes back with a glitter-bubble thrower*
*starts shooting upwards as glittery bubbles erupt from the nossel floating around before popping and making tint glitter showers*
Also: Silente, the font I used for that was Slider. My favourite font. :D
**tiny not tint
((I've saved the image!))
Yay :D
*hides from glitter* If that gets on my coat, Silente, you better hope I don't become influenced by a few names.
#ChaseForBook9
*grins at Nic*
*runs to him making a storm of glitter in her wake*
*opens fire on him*
*again*
I said enough, Silente. *lets it pass through him*
#ChaseForBook9
Crimson: I think Ellie should see him. I have a point to prove.
Hmm...okay. idea.
*winks at him*
*taps the sigil on her nose*
*turns and runs through the portal*
*comes back after a bit and close is*
*turns*
-her belt is weighed down with glitter grenades. She has a glittergun (like a paintball gun) slung over her back. Ammo for the gun crisscrosses her tiny chest. As well as the glitterthrower. And glittery facepaint in green, brown and black hughes. And a berré.-
*grins at Nic* let's play!
**closes it
*shakes head* I do not fight for fun.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello everyone! How are you guys!
*grins* I do!
*jumps into the glitter*
*crawls around to get a better view*
*pulls the pin from a glitter grenade*
*counts to eight*
*lobs it at Nics feet*
Hey amethyst!
WHAT'S WITH ALL THIS GLITTER! WHAT HAPPENED?
Hello, Amethyst.
*stays the way he is, letting any glitter pass through himself*
#ChaseForBook9
I happened!
*pops head up*
*points glitterthrower at amethyst*
*opens fire*
*ducks back down*
Silente nuked Blogland with a glitter warhead.
...O_O
*backs away from glitter*
*runs away* GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!
She got glitter all over my coat, Amethyst.
#ChaseForBook9
*grins at amethysts reaction*
*gives up trying to glitter Nic, he's incorporeal*
*scurries after amethyst under the cover of the glitter*
*runs into store*
*grabs a few umbrellas* Who wants one?
*opens umbrella to protect from glitters*
I prefer rocket launchers.
*charges and tackles amethyst into a glitterdrift*
Rocket launchers provide good protection against glitter.
Oh do they dragona? Hmmm...
If you want to play, Silente, I will.
#ChaseForBook9
O_O Stop!!!
*points umbrellas at Silente*
*backs away*
*looks down at myself* Glitter... GET IT OFF! SOMEONE! HELP!
Now I'm torn...glitter Nic, get a glitterlauncher and go after dragona or decorate amethyst....
Don't decorate me...
*looks around trying to find a glitter-proof place*
WHERE IS IT GLITTER-PROTECTED!?!
*sighs, and uses air to send glitter after Silente in a tornado*
#ChaseForBook9
No where amethyst. No where is safe from the glitter!
*places open umbrellas around t for makeshift tent*
*crawls under umbrellas*
Ohhh.
*looks at the pretty glitter tornado*
*figure she should run away from it**
*runs away from it flanking left*
*runs around the glitter clearing until she is behind Nic*
*gets her glitterthrower on a higher setting*
*aims at Nic*
*makes another tornado follow her, and stays still, knowing glitter will still pass through himself*
#ChaseForBook9
*dodges both tornados*
*continues firing at nic laughing at the sparklyness*
Anyone have a weapon I can use to fight against glitter?
*appears in front of Silente and uses air to lock her in a box, trapped with glitter*
I would use your wits, Amethyst.
#ChaseForBook9
BUT I WANNA SHOOT SOMETHING! ...*looks around*
*throws fireball at glitter*
*presses against the walls*
*frowns*
*taps her nose and steps through the portal*
*the portal closes*
*and reopens near her oak*
*comes charging out yelling a warrior cry and holding two extra glitter guns which are firing in rapid succession*
(Don't know if Trip is still here or not...)
*Chase stands, wincing as he tries to balance himself against his cane.*
Chase: And what point is that Crimson? Do you want to get her hurt, mentally, physically? What will it prove?
*vanishes and appears beside Amethyst* This is a glitterthrower, use it wisely. *vanishes and appears near Silente this time setting glitter on fire*
#ChaseForBook9
*stares at glitterthrower*
Glitterthrower...?
*aims and shoots at glitter*
*nods*
*hugs glitterthrower* You will help me kill these glitters! :D
*repeatedly shoots glitter with glitterthrower*
No! No glitter fires!
*shoots one gun rapidly at Nic running around him quickly so its harder to set on fire*
*shoots at amethyst with the other*
((A glitterthrower shoots out glitter like a flamethrower shoots out fire))
*laughs and basically sets the forest on fire*
#ChaseForBook9
*runs to a nearby tree and climbs up onto it*
*hides behind leaves and aims at Silente*
((I'm going to kill glitter with glitter *nods*))
http://postimg.org/image/63y2g9t4d/
Glitterthrower.
Er...
*runs to the tree and drags amethyst from it dodging the fire*
Sort that!
*turns back to Nic*
*gets her glitterthrower out and sends a continuous stream his way running around him again*
You realize, this has very little effect on me.
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs tree* No! Tree!
*grabs on to tree with one hand and shoots glitterthrower with other*
But its still fun!
*dives under the glitter cover*
*army crawls towards Nic's feet*
*shoots from under the glitter cover*
*vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
((Amethyst the trees on fire! When I said sort that out I mean PUT THE FIRE OUT NOT CLUTCH THE BURNING TREE AS THE FOREST IS DESTROYED!))
((I LOVE CLUTCHING BURNING TREES!!!))
*wonders where Nic will pop up*
*turns and pops her head up looking at the burning forest*
*wonders how to stop it burning*
Crimson: No, I want to see if she can help. She won't get hurt. It's on my head.
*forms large puddle above my tree and puts out fire*
*climbs back into tree*
*hugs it* It's okay! No more burning!
*decides to invest in water weapons too from now on*
*shouts to amethyst*
Put the fire out! The rest of the fire! The one that's burning the rest of the forest!
*appears again, and the forest stops burning*
#ChaseForBook9
Aha!
*turns and opens glitter fire on Nic*
*grabs a glittergrenade with her other hand*
*pulls the pin out and waits eight seconds*
*throws it at Nic ducking down*
*sighs* *turns into a wolf and chases after Silente*
#ChaseForBook9
Wolfy!
*runs towards the wolf*
*grins*
Tree... *sits on branch*
*watches wolf and Silente*
*aims glitterthrower at Silente*
*fires*
*swipes at Silente, aiming to injure*
#ChaseForBook9
*Chase sighs and looks between Ellie and Crimson*
Chase: Very well...
*He leads them both up to the spare room and unlocks the door, letting the two women into the room first. Ellie gasps as she gets her first glimpse at this doppelganger.*
*dodges both amethysts gunshot and the wolfs swap*
*hugs the wolf causing glitter to cover the fur that touches her*
I gotta go. Bye!
*runs away with glitterthrower*
**swipe
Bye Amethyst!
*runs back*
*hugs tree* Good bye tree...
Bye everyone!
((Hey what about the saltshaker?! Don't I get a hug?!))
*backs away and shifts into self* I..I did not mean to attack you, Silente.
#ChaseForBook9
*runs back*
*hugs salt shaker*
...*hugs everyone*
Bye!
*looks confused*
You attacked me?
((Yey! Bye bye!))
Hellooo?
Hey Flower!
*shakes head* I..I..*winces* Excuse me. *vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
Er...*looks around awkwardly*
*calls out*
Hey Nic, I'm fine. I didn't realise you /were/ trying to hurt me, as far a hurting goes Chi's done a lot worse. She froze me and hacked my limbs off! Then smashed the stumps with a bloody war hammer! Seriously, I'm fine. Its fine.
*appears* *looks at Silente* I do not care what Chione did, I should not have attacked you.
#ChaseForBook9
Nic its fine. Seriously. I forgive you. Believe me I'm used to being attacked. And being hurt. I forgive you.
*smiles at him glitter hanging off her eyelashes and dusting her cheeks*
You have glitter hanging off your eyelashes.
#ChaseForBook9
Do I?
*looks at eyelashes*
Oh. So I do. Yey!
*smiles shaking her head to help rid herself of the glitter*
*which of course does nothing, this is glitter after all*
*the glitter from the glitter bomb begins to dissolve into thin air*
((Ahh, sorry disappeared for a while there :) how's everyone?))
((Fiine thanks Flower!))
((You?))
Ah, the hour is up.
Hello, Flora. I am well, and yourself?
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah I guess it is.
*all the glitter from the bomb is gone*
*including half the glitter that's coving me*
*mainly the bottom of my body*
Oh well. It was fun while it was here.
I must go for a few minutes.
#ChaseForBook9
Okay then Nic! See you when you return! Unless of course I don't!
((I'm good thanks :) when'd you start calling me Flower? I like it :D))
((Flore sounds like Flower. Your the queen of Flowers and Flower is a nice word so yeah, I figure, let's call her Flower))
((Awesome! :) good thinking :P))
I'm glad you like it. So, how has your day been. Unless you live in Australia in which case did you sleep well?
I have returned, that took longer then I thought.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello returned Zafolo. Zafolo is a fun word to say.
I live in England so it's 11pm now. And it's been alright - a bit meh, but overall alright - I wrote quite a lot so that was good :)
What about you?
Oh you live in england too! Today was fine for me. Found out I need braces and learnt some stiff about cleft palates as well as procrastinating my homework. All in all an okay day. *nods*
(Well, I just wrote a piece of writing based on the song Vermilion by Slipknot, and - um.
*doesn't know whether to post it or not*)
#ChaseForBookNine
I bet it was a good day, Silente.
#ChaseForBook9
How was your day Nic? I believe its around 7:08 there yes?
Okay, anyway, here you are. XD Just wrote it quickly in half an hour. XD
Based on the song Vermilion by Slipknot. Warning - it's exceptionally creepy.
He shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. It was wrong. Obsessive. Sick. But he couldn’t help it.
He saw her whenever he closed his eyes. He saw her whenever he opened his eyes, whether he was looking at her or not. And when he was looking at her, was he really? He didn’t even really know her. Not as a person. Well, yes, he did. He’d learnt a lot from his . . . observation.
Stalking. Call it what it is.
But they didn’t know each other. This phantom that followed him around . . . that wasn’t her. That was like a ghost, based off the living, breathing real person but an imitation, a copy.
No. She wasn’t a copy. She was so much more than that. Beautiful, three dimensional. Did he mention beautiful? Like a flower. A rose, a dahlia . . .
No. He was obsessing again. Stop. He had to stop.
This . . . this THING was controlling his life. Ruling his life. Taking his life away.
He tried to wash the thoughts out of his head, clear it. He couldn’t let it build up inside of him, festering like a rotting . . .
But surely, surely, it couldn’t be that bad. I mean . . . she was so astounding. Surely, nothing caused by anyone that perfect could be truly bad . . .
You’re thinking about her again.
He took a few deep breaths, clenching his fists. Don’t let this build up inside of you.
Seriously? You’re this distressed and you’re not even with her?
He sat down at the kitchen table, gazing at it unseeingly. There could be a severed corpse lying on it and he wouldn’t notice.
What to do now?
He wanted to draw her again, but he could never capture her correctly.
No. Get out of my head.
He wouldn’t let this build up inside of him. He couldn’t. He wished she would go away –
No. He didn’t. She wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
He felt fear clench him.
To never see her again –
No no no no no.
He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t. He couldn’t.
He found himself repeating the thought over and over in his head, trying to block out his other thoughts.
He sighed. He was doing nothing, sitting here. On an impulse, he walked down the hall, grabbing his coat, slamming the door behind him, and stepped outside. He didn’t know where he was going. He just wanted to walk. Walk, and keep on walking.
Maybe he’d see her.
TBC
#ChaseForBookNine
He closed his eyes a moment, picturing her face, then opened them when he realised he was in danger of potentially walking into a lamppost. He didn’t need to close his eyes to picture her, anyway. She was burnt into him.
It took him a moment to realise he was walking to where he knew she’d be, where she often was at this time.
Turn around.
But he wanted to see her, no, NEEDED to see her. It was a burning addiction.
He was never going to take drugs. Obsession was horrible. Although, compared to this, drugs would be merciful. Easy.
Against his will, his footsteps quickened. He missed her, already. Not that he even knew her, but he missed seeing her. He missed the way her hair fell on her shoulders, he missed her quick smile, he missed –
You’re thinking about her again.
But somehow, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to stop. He just wanted to see her again.
Just briefly, in passing, maybe. He’d walk past, glance at her –
No, more than a glance.
Maybe he’d need to tie his shoelace.
Maybe –
Never mind, it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered, expect her.
She was everything. That was it, everything. The definition of everything. Money? Ha. Happiness? She was happiness. Food? She was more necessary for survival. House, car, job? Don’t make me laugh.
Everything. Now he thought about it, the word was inadequate. She was much more than everything.
It fascinated him, how so much could hang on one person. One person. No, surely she had to be more than a person. One person could not be everything.
No, of course, he chided himself. This beautiful angel, this thieving demon, she was not the person he associated her with. What she was in his head and what she was in reality was very different.
But reality? What was reality? This was his reality, and she was the centre of it. A myth, he was living in a myth, but so long as he was inside the myth with her . . . he was happy believing in it.
He had to believe in it.
If he didn’t have everything, there was nothing left.
This was ridiculous. Nonsense.
Whatever happened to not letting this build up inside of him?
Then he walked around the corner and she was there, waiting by the bus stop, her and her friend’s meeting place.
He let out a deep, satisfied sigh and stood there, just gazing at her.
He probably looked like a creep, staring at her, but he didn’t care. If the price for looking at her was seeming perverse, then that was a small price.
For a while, he was glad to stare at her, but then the desire deepened, intensified. He wanted to be closer. He wanted to be close. He to hold her. He wanted the feel of her skin on his. He wanted to slide his hands down her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to –
He wanted a lot of things.
He realised he was holding his breath and gasped, shakily, trembling almost.
He had thought it was bad, back in his kitchen, but no. Seeing her was much worse.
In fact, it was torture.
Agony.
But he couldn’t move away.
And if she moved away? What if she left?
She couldn’t leave.
She COULDN’T leave.
It was something that could not happen.
He couldn’t let her go. He needed to be near her, nearer her, more, and less - ? No.
He needed to –
He needed to do something.
Something. Anything. Whatever it took.
He shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. It was wrong. Obsessive. Sick. But he couldn’t help it.
#ChaseForBookNine
*whistles innocently*
#ChaseForBookNine
(If we do the Bloglandian Awards again, I nominate myself for 'creepiest writing'.
I think Ari might win on 'most disturbing', though.)
#ChaseForBookNine
(For violence, you know.)
#ChaseForBookNine
It is 6:14pm. I had a fine day, Silente.
#ChaseForBook9
@Star: If you post it I'll be more than happy to read it - I love your writing :)
@Silente: Ooo, you live in England? Which county? :)
Don't worry about the braces - I had them for just under 18 months. They sucked sometimes but it was worth it - especially the choice of coloured elastics :3 :P
Oo, I know a bit about cleft palates - they're really interesting. Salisbury Hospital, where my mum works, is brilliant with plastic surgery and so cleft palates often get changed there.
@Star: oh, you already posted it :P stupid me... haha
I had blue elastics on my braces. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Flora: Yeah. XD
I don't know why you love my writing. It's terrible. O_O Thanks, though. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
You have excellent writing skills, Star.
#ChaseForBook9
Not really, Niccolò. But thank you. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Msd.
#ChaseForBookNine
You do, Star, so hush :P
Hahah, I had different elastics for different times of the year
so,
autumn: orange and red
winter: white and blue
spring: green and yellow
summer: pink and green/blue
Silente's English?
*Agrees with Nic*
@nic ohh your 5 hours behind not four.
@flower west Yorkshire. The only reason I was reaserching clefts is cause I was born with one and your not really told anything about it apart from what your parents explain.
God, I really did love those little elastics :P
@Flora: That sounds ace. O_O
I SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT.
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Yeah I'm English. Is that a shock trip?
@Trip: Yeah. :)
SO MANY PEOPEL FROM YORKSHIRE. XD
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Yes, five. Derek thought four as well.
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In all fairness Yorkshire is a big county.
Well, I just thought that you were Australian.
I did always wonder why you went to sleep around the time I was supposed to go to sleep. :P
It was only four in March, when their clocks went forward before ours . . .
@Silente: Yeah, but THE WHOLE OF AMERICA. O_O
Although my dad says the US is only about six times as big as us in population.
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@Trip: Ohmygosh. XD *hugs*
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I'll make sure to remember that Nic. *mentally stores it someplace safe* *well not safe I mean no where in my mind is safe* *nut safeish* *it probably won't be deleted* *or distorted* *probably* *well...maybe*
How the hell am I the only Londoner? I men, statistically, it's way more likely that people would be from here! But no! How does that even work?
@Star: It WAS really awesome, but tbh just the fact that the elastics where coloured was brilliant - my sister had to have boring old clear ones :P
@Silente: Woah, so many yorkshirers! :P
You live anywhere near Leeds? That's where a few AWESOME PEOPLE :D met up to go to one of Derek's talk and signings :)
Why did you think I was Australian? Where did you get that impression?
@Trip: *shrugs helplessly XD*
The South is more densely populated than the North, as well. *laughs*
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I would assume not many, England is big, Trip.
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@Flora: Haha. XD
@Silente: YES COME TO LEEDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
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Huddersfield Flower, so semi-close I suppose.
@Trip: Well, I come from Hampshire originally, even if I go to uni in Leicester, so whoop for southerns...? :P
Ah. I get to dedicate. I dedicate this page to Death and Aretha, both lovely people deserving of a dedication.
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England is like a fly compared to America. Its so cute and tiny. And weird shaped. And steriotyped!
Pardon Niccolo? I didn't quite understand.
Trip, why did you think I came from Australia?
The thing before the ded.
Did you know, Kuwait is the size of Wales?
Roughly.
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