Wow.
What a few days.
The Requiem Ball was beautiful chaos. People came in ballgowns and jeans and tuxedos and T-shirts, but everyone was wearing a mask, and everyone was equal. The Bleeding Heart Crypt was where the first book was launched, way back in 2007, and so it was a fitting venue to see off the final part of the series. I laughed, I chatted, I posed for selfies, and then I signed.
And it was a good day.
The signings in Ringwood and Bournemouth were great fun, and of course Bluewater was as manic as ever (five and half hours of signing books and chatting to people... yikes...). On Sunday I did my first event for this tour, and I read out a few bits that had been cut from the first book, all those years ago. And then I signed for a few more hours.
And the response has been exactly what I was hoping for. The one thing that was so vital to me was to give the series a fitting end — an ending it deserved. My mission was to both confirm and confound your expectations, and by what I've been reading online, it looks like I've succeeded.
And the most awesome thing? The lack of spoilers. Sure, there are spoilers out there, but most people have been really considerate of others. Even in the Spoiler Zone to this very blog, folks are content to talk AROUND the subject, rather than address it directly. This is HUGELY appreciated.
The book has been selling really well, from what I hear. I loved the excitement generated around the Black Edition — minions were waiting for stores to open and then rushing inside, trying to find those hidden tomes. It was, in a word, awesome.
And now I'm wrecked.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3401 – 3600 of 4608 Newer› Newest»My older brother : Dad! _____ (me) stole my money!
Me: What the hell? I haven't stolen your money in years.
My older brother : Shut up w***e!
Dad : Do you really think ______ would steal your money? This is the kid who went to school when she was sick just to hand in a project in case she got marks deducted for lateness. The only thing she's guilty of stealing is hearts.
Me, my brother, my mum and my sister : Hearts, this kid, no....*hysterical laughter*
Well at least Dad thinks I have guy interaction.
Well I'm guessing I've found lonely Blogland.
*cues some terribly depressing song*
Goodbye.
*Pushes open the old wooden door*
*the loudest creak ever is heard as it slowly swings on its rusted hindges*
.....Hello?
Hello, Mr Ducky.
*rolls around like a tumbleweed*
HELLO DEATH!
...
and other person.
Hey Snow!
Hello, Mr Duckyson.
Ah, Snow, right.
HI!
*suddenly realizes what my name is*
*coughs awkwardly*
*goes to change it*
*continues to roll around like a tumbleweed*
*rolls into Rose and ricochetes into Quack*
*steps into the middle of the street*
*shopkeepers, women, drunkards and cattlemen cower away inside*
*squints eyes*
*Snow rolls by again.
*fingers twitch beside my pistol*
*rolls around, doing secret tumbleweed business*
(I have an alien baby...)
*Frowns at the tumbleweed*
*Frowns at Quack*
*Shrugs and snuggles into the road*
*rolls up to Rose*
*would point out that we are now in a western, but is a tumbleweed and thus incapable of speech*
(They didn't have roads in the West? Dirt roads didn't exist...?)
*Looks at the tumbleweed and picks it up, only to toss it in the air*
(Hello.)
Ha! My cowboy looks have scared thou wild Death.
Citizens of (insert random wild west town)! It is with great pleasure that I announce that you can live in fear NO MORE! The evil Death, mother of aliens, is too afraid to stand against me. You can now live your lives in peace!
...that is, if the that tumbleweed isn't planning anything nasty. You can always tell when a tumbleweed is up to something...
*would scream, but again, I'm a tumbleweed*
*Looks at Duck sadly*
Gimmie a gun and gimmie a few rounds. Then we'll go a few.
*Her head dropped*
I don't have magic...
*would say hi to draddie but is a tumbleweed*
*would like to point out to Quack that not all tumbleweeds are evil. Gees*
HELLO DRANGONA!
*chucks a gun at Death's forehead*
(Hey Dragona!)
*msd, wbd*
(Well, MOST tumbleweeds are evil)
*She grabbed the gun and got her her feet. She checked the rounds and grinned*
I've always been one for rifles, actually. I was a sniper during World War One. Great war. Not if you were a girl. The sorcerers and mortals were having a short little fight in there. I was shooting anyone I could pick off.
*She spun the gun in her fingers and smirked*
Great days.
(Sophia has convinced me to make a google account for her... I have no idea why she wants one, but she does. Apparently, she wants "nothing to do with me". I pointed out that it would be me typing, still, but then she said that she didn't want to be associated with me. Which I don't understand. *pokes Sophia*)
Oh....
Ok....
I've never actually gone up against anyone in a gunfight, let alone someone who can spin a gun on their finger.
I protect this here town by just looking badass and then thugs usually just stay away.
Well, Quack, it looks like we're up for a little fight, hey?
*She pulled back the hammer and fired, missing Duck's ear by millimeters*
I'll go one bullet. You can keep yours fully loaded. I'll go one bullet and we'll see who wins.
(*Cuddles Lucy*
I missed you...)
@Duck: xD
*not here, sorry*
(And I saw it. Even though you deleted it, I saw it. And I missed you. And you should know that. <3 ))
@emerald: xD to you too.
Well, thanks to that bullet, there is now a slight buzzing in my ear.
It's probably fatal.
Wanna hold off this duel until I'm in better health?
(I'm sat on a bus. Again.)
(Hey Phoe!)
*She let four of the bullets fall to the dust road and span the last bullet in its chamber*
Duck. Don't tell me that you've converted to a chicken.
WHAT! A chicken? Please, have some respect for me.
*unholsters gun*
*aims at Death*
*fires*
*hits the ground 3 metres from me*
(Hey, I miss you all too. I'm just trying to edit my character but it's saying there's inappropriate content in it?????)
(Nevermind..)
(Some quick information; I chose Caelan not because Derek used it in the series, but because the meaning behind it means powerful warrior. And the photo set as my profile picture, was taken by me.)
*She laughed at Duck's attempt and tilted her head*
Five bullets left.
(It's a wonderful picture, Caelan. <3 ))
-I walk through, observing the gunfight-
Oh, uh..
(This picture was the third thing that came up when I googled 'classy duck')
*wipes sweat from brow*
*aims at Death*
*focuses*
*focuses more*
*focuses really hard*
*fires*
* hits Death's toe*
WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!
*fires rapidly into the air with remaining bullets*
...Dammit...
*She looked behind her and her grip on the gun tightened. She shifted her aim to the newcomer, no fear of Duck behind her. When she spoke, her voice was gentle and sweet*
Hello there. Now, explain why you're here and who you are in the next twenty seconds, or I'll blow out your brain, okay?
(Is this actually happening in Blogland?)
*She cursed at the bullet that hit her toe and took a deep breath*
Well, now Duck, to be fair, you can take my bullets.
*She bent over, picked them up, and tossed them over her shoulder. Her aim never wavered*
M-Me?
(I think so... In the West. Like, a Western Blogland.)
Do you see me aiming at anyone else?
*She laughed tightly and thumbed back the hammer*
(So has there been any time travel or not?)
I was told that this was a place I could take control
of my-
-I start flickering, my physical being being distorted-
-I groan, shaking my head-
My.. abilities.
(Nope!)
*She lowered the gun and approached the man. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rubbed his arm*
I'm Rose. Is there anything I can help with?
Sophia: *heard gunshots* *draws her pistol and goes to investigate*
*stands around, not knowing what to do*
So, you're one of those people that shoots first and thinks later.
We would make quite a pair.
That is, if I could.. control myself.
I'm unable to take control of my magical abilities.
I keep shifting between this dimension and a spiritual one, I can't do anything about it.
Yeah, usually. That is, my friend, when I have a gun. I don't usually have a gun. But my powers are kind of gone.
*She frowned at him as she tucked the gun into the waistband of her jeans*
What do you mean, if you could control yourself...?
Sophia: *walks in* Alright, who is trying to kill who, now?
*She smiled at Sophia*
Duck and I were going for a good old showdown, and then this man came along. Duck shot me in the foot, which I know a certain God will be thrilled about. But no one is shooting the other at the moment.
*She cursed and flicked the hammer back. If that trigger was somehow pulled while the gun was in her waistband, that would be painful*
(Ugh... I'm sorry, but this video makes me sick...
https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=843853452322339&set=vb.568415683199452&type=2&theater
I just found it on Facebook. I might be able to find a youtube link if it's easier...
Ugh... Those parents...)
((Paloma Faith's songs, are, in my opinion, pretty darn beautiful.
*still not really here, drawing*))
Control my abilities, not control myself over drooling over you. As beautiful as you are, Miss Rose, I am no player.
(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1df_i26wh-w
)
(Brb briefly.)
*hands go up in the air as fast as lightning*
Not me, not me! I'm not trying to kill anyone. What gave you that idea? Pfft. I... I don't even know how to use a gun, I swear. Nope, not me killing people...
Definatley not me...
(I think the topic of sexuality is paid too much attention. I am 100% with same sex marriage, and I support the LGBT community, but come on. Just legalise it already, love is love.)
*She screwed up her face at the newcomer*
First off, I'm not beautiful. I'm me. That is the only way anyone is allowed to describe me. And secondly, I was quoting you. But it was... Slightly edited... But the main parts were there. The 'I's and 'you's had been changed.
What's your abilities, anyway?
*She felt a twinge of envy tug at her when he mentioned the word 'abilities'*
*slowly and inconspicuously edges to the side of the street before bolting off into the distance*
(This mean bye, I need my beauty sleep. HA! But seriously , I'm going to bed. BYE BYE!)
What? So you didn't successfully shoot me in the foot, Duck? No. My foot just decided to start bleeding and the bone didn't shatter of it's own accord.
(I agree, Caelan. We are all taught from a young age that love overcomes all. Who the Hell gives a shit if two people are the same gender? I have gay friends. They're fine. They're actually the sweetest people I know in real life.
But the parents disowning him and beating at him and yelling at him for something that is in their son's code (for lack of a better word)? That's... Sickening...)
Sophia: Ah yes, the "god" you threaten everyone with. The one who has so far done absolutely nothing to me?
(Heh. Who needs sleep now days? My 11pm nights and 4am mornings prove that sleep isn't necessary.
Night Duck!)
That is, Sophia, because we have been having demon issues. Lucifer had Kari in his arms. He was holding my little Kari...
*She grinned at her*
And he promised that next time he saw you, you would die. So Loki is going to get to you, don't worry.
I'm not too sure what my abilities are..
So far, I'm able to switch between this dimension and a spiritual one, and I'm able to.. bend light. I can create it, but I don't know how I do it. It just happens at random.
Sophia: I won't worry, no problems. I'm sure with his busy schedule of walking around with a stick and doing nothing, he'll have time soon.
*She laughed quietly*
That is really cool. I used to be able to manipulate gravity and inflict a whole heap of pain on someone by glaring at them, but... I've lost my magic... I traded it away...
*She rubbed his arm again and placed a finger under his chin, lifting it so she could look at him better*
What do you feel when you create light? What's going through your head?
His Sceptre isn't a stick... It's a Sceptre that could kill you... Or control you so you become his personal slave and grovel by his feet if he wishes you to...
I feel.. secure. But at the same time, unsafe.
Secure in the way that I'm able to protect myself, but unsafe in the way that I fucking travel through dimensions.
So..
Before I knew I was a sorcerer, I was a protégée of China Sorrows.
I am a master in the arts of symbols and sigils, although my skill shall never amount to the sheer perfection China Sorrows is able to obtain.
Secure and unsafe...? Hmm... That's noted.
*She tilted her head at him, her lips tightly pursed*
What do you feel before it happens? Or what do you think before it?
Sophia: Sure. It's a stick with a light on top. Yeah sure, if I was an incompetent asshole, it could control my mind or kill me, but I'm not, and it isn't going to. So it's just a stick with a light on top.
Ah, China. She was like a sister to me. A sister that hated me and kinda never wanted me around because I kept annoying her... Sigils are great, though. They can pretty much do anything!
*She chuckled at the memories that filled her mind*
I can feel different sensations throughout my body, and my vision becomes blurred, and then I'll black out, and awake in some sort of.. spectral universe.
When I'm bending or creating light, oddly enough, my hands feel cold.
*She glared hatefully at Sophia, her chest tightening when she didn't cry out in pain*
Okay. He's my love, okay? I don't give a shit if you want to hate him, but do that in your own time! Not around me!
I'm willing to offer a trade.
You help me gain control of my powers, I'll give you a few sigils, free of charge.
And free of charge is amazing, considering that sigils cost around 300,000 dollars each..
*She turned back to the newcomer and nodded. She took his hand in hers and pressed it against her cheek*
Well, your hand's aren't cold. What kinds of sensations? Burning...? Fizzling...? Tickling...? Buzzing...?
Sophia: Hate him? No, I don't hate him. I find him amusing.
Nah, it's okay. I don't have the magic that could activate the sigils. I'll help you either way. But thanks for the offer.
*Her shoulders tensed at Sophia's words*
Well, I hope you find him amusing when he splits your skull. Because I definitely will.
Buzzing, I suppose. Almost static.
And my hands are always warm, unless I'm shooting light out of them.
How normal.
Sophia: And I will throw him about like a ragdoll. Which would definitely be funny.
A buzz. What a quaint feeling. I always liked buzzing feelings. It makes you feel almost as if you are a phone on silent and everyone wants to talk to you because you're loved so you keep buzzing. It's nice.
*She rubbed the back of his hand and frowned*
I always have cold hands. No matter what. My hands are just always cold...
*Her voice was low and threatening when she spoke and looked towards Sophia*
I would stop now before I let you have my final bullet in your brain.
Well, fortunately for you, China passed down her greatest knowledge to me.
Probably not her greatest, considering she's China Sorrows.
But she did teach me something incredible, which took me around three hundred years to master. It's a sigil that infuses the body with magic.
Not nearly enough to power an Adept or Elemental, but certainly more than enough to power a few sigils.
Sophia: With an antique? Sure, do it. *raises her pistol at Rose* Waste of a bullet, though. It wouldn't get very far.
-I look at Sophia, listening to her words, a sudden feeling to defend Rose coming over me-
Best not to insult Rose nor her lover.
*She shook her head at him*
I'm sorry, but thanks for the offer, though. I... I don't think I need magic that badly...
Smooth as fuck. 🙏🙏
Alright, I dedicate this page to same-sex marriage, and the hope that it will soon be legalised in many, many more states, worldwide.
*She pulled out her revolver and aimed it at Sophia's head*
Don't.
*She glanced at him, her eyes widening slightly*
What are you doing...? And what's your name? I don't want to keep thinking of you as Person.
(HEAR HEAR!!)
Sophia: Look, I don't know you. Rose and I have a little history. She caused me pain, and I started ripping her apart. Then she died.
And you know what the reason was? She wanted to kill someone and I stood in her way.
Oh, uh..
My name is Caelan.
Caelan Psyche.
Sophia: You can shoot whenever you want. As I said, the bullet won't get far. So if you want to give me an excuse to kill you, pull the trigger. See where it gets you. Or rather, you won't.
Sophia: Commander Sophia Keating.
It wasn't killing someone if I was giving one half of her to the other, to MAKE HER WHOLE AGAIN!
*The gun trembled in her grasp as anger surged through her. She glanced at Caelan and smiled slightly*
Cute name. My first name is something that people don't need to know of anymore. It used to be completely me, but now... It's just Rose.
Sophia: You were going to kill someone because Dugglyn wanted to whilst under Erica's control. You were doing exactly what Erica wanted.
I don't give a flaming fuck about your history with Rose.
But I've only just met her, and she seems lovely.
So shut your fucking trap before I tear your jawbones apart, and you don't have one to shut.
-My fists are clenched, as my anger starts increasing-
(I always like to do this, because I would never want to offend a fellow Bloglandian. This is not personal, Dragona, it's only for the roleplay. I love you in a non-weird friendly way. <3<3)
I was saving my friend. I was putting her back together again, Keating.
(And by "I always like to do this", I mean making sure I'm not insulting Bloglandians personally, I don't enjoy insulting them in roleplays, it just happens sometimes.)
(Don't worry, it isn't me you're threatening. :P)
Sophia: *sighs* Really? You think that's a good idea? Someone walks in wearing armour and you think it's a good idea to threaten them?
Well, every Rose has its thorn.
-I smile-
*She flinched at Caelan's words, her eyes widening. She took one hand off her gun and placed it on his shoulder as she stepped slightly in front of him*
Hey... It's okay. Thank you for your words, but they're lies, or at least the ones regarding me are.
*She smiled at Caelan*
I think we're going to be great friends.
*She readjusted her aim on Sophia and took a deep breath*
-I start flickering, my hands becoming cold-
Rose, I- I'm.. in control. I'm focused.
I've never done this before.
*She glanced away from Sophia and grinned at Caelan*
Great job! Keep it up. Keep feeling what you're feeling now. Hold onto it. Amplify it.
Sophia: Put away your gun, Rose, and I will put away mine. I did not come here to fight. All pointing a weapon at me is doing is bringing you closer to your death.
Keating. I'm not putting mine away. I have no magic I can use against you if you try to tear me apart again. This is my only weapon.
And you won't shoot me.
-I close my eyes, focusing, light forming around my hands-
-I swing my arms back, bringing them up in front of my chest, aimed towards Sophia, streams of light firing into her-
Oops..
Sophia: What do you take me for? Put away your gun, and you are no threat - therefore I can holster mine. Shooting you once you have put your gun away would be misconduct. I won't try and tear you apart. The only thing stopping this from ending is your weapon.
Sophia: *moves out of the way, quickly, creating a barrier of energy to protect herself* Asshole.
*Her grin spread and she nudged Caelan with her shoulder*
Good job! You're improving heaps! And why did you say 'oops'...?
I'm not going to put the damn gun down! I don't give a crap about your conduct, but I can't trust you! I can't trust people who killed me!
*Her grip tightened and she, subconsciously, thumbed back the hammer*
*who've
-I focus the light, as it starts to form a swirling mass around my hand, curling down my arm-
-I then close my eyes yet again, clenching my fist, absorbing the energy-
-I look at Sophia, grinning-
-I travel at light speed towards her, sending hundreds of thousands of strikes towards her within a few seconds-
Sophia: I am a Spectre. I work to protect peace, not disrupt it. I am not so bad that I would shoot an unarmed person, whether you trust me or not.
Sophia: *all hit her protective barrier* *throws him across the room with a wave of her hand* For fuck's sake, I don't even know you. And you have not once met me. Why the hell are you trying to kill me?
*She frowned at Caelan as he vanished from beside her and suddenly appeared by Keating*
Oi! What are you doing?
*She looked at Keating and growled*
I honestly don't care. Nor do I trust you. The gun stays.
-I stand next to Rose, seemingly untouched-
Rose seems to hate you and, you were sort of a bitch about her boyfriend, so..
Why not?
*She saw Caelan flying back and her face tightened. That was it. Her finger pulled the trigger, the bullet aimed for Keating's head*
Die.
See? Caelan understands. You were mean to Loki. He's just being a man and defending a woman while her boyfriend is... Elsewhere...
You def-
-I disappear, suddenly in the spiritual dimension-
-I walk around, and decide to take a look at Rose's soul-
What.. is that..
-I observe it longer, finding two unstable beings residing within Rose's-
Hi all. ^^
(Hey Aq!)
(Oooh, that one is new. I like it. :) Hi Rose. ^^)
(^.^)
(Did people poof...?)
*She yelped as Caelan vanished from beside her*
Oi...? Not... Funny...
(Sorry I poofed.)
Sophia: *the bullet hits her shields, and gets stopped in its tracks before it hits the floor*
For fuck's sake. *her arms glow blue, and she knocks the gun from Rose's hand with her energy*
-I walk away from Rose's soul, and decide to take a look at Sophia's-
Wow, someone's got a stick up their ass.
-I reach out, touching the soul-
-As soon as I do this, I am transported back to Blogland-
What the f*ck..
Rose, your soul..
And, Sophia's.. I touched it, and..
-I stand up, in utter disbelief-
*She cursed and dived for the gun. She picked it up, along with her spare bullets, and loaded them*
Where did he go? What did you do to Caelan?!
Sophia: Seriously? He's gone for a few moments and you act as if I did something? How could I? With my mystical bloody teleporting device?
*She looked up at Caelan, but didn't lower her weapon at Keatimg*
What about my soul...?
How the Hell was I supposed to know?!
*She stalked forward, driven by fury, and shot at her again*
Sophia: If I could teleport someone, I would have teleported you away by now.
*sighs as the bullet hits her shields again* *throws Rose across the room*
-I run at light speed, catching Rose before she's moved a centimetre-
Rose, there are.. other beings residing within your soul.
Two of them.
And..
Wait..
What's this?
-I start flickering and distorting, until I take the shape and form of Sophia-
What the fuck?
Why the fuck do I have her voice?
What.. even..
Sophia: Just change back, asshole. I can kill you both. You have attempted to kill me, therefore I am able to kill you quite legally. You've broken the law.
Not if you have enough force to arrest us first, darling.
-I smile, taking a look at my body-
I'd rather not.
-I focus, shifting back to Caelan's body-
There we go.
Sophia: I don't even have to try and arrest you. I don't have to read you your rights. I don't have to take you into custody. One shot to the head is all it takes.
Well, unless your bullets can travel faster than light speed, you won't be killing anyone today.
Sophia: I could start to rip you apart at a molecular level before you could even blink.
*watches them exchanging threats*
*gets a chair and popcorn*
You can't do that if I'm not here.
-I run towards Rose, grabbing her, disappearing into the spiritual dimension with her-
I wasn't too sure if that would even work.
Thank God it did.
Sophia: *shrugs, and heads out to the clearing*
(School suuuuuuuuuuuucks. Sleep FTW.)
(also hey.)
(draggie Manuels reply didn't send, sorry. He said 'because you're interesting to talk to. Your words are wise and powerful.')
*stalks out after seeing all of...that*
*looks at where Caelan disappeared from*
Huh.
Sophia: *to Manuel* Wise and powerful? Yeah, sure.
(Hey Silente, btw. :P How are you?)
Manuel: I think they are. Even if you disagree.
*realizes he kinda complimented her and didn't get thrown into a tree* *his mouth twitches in a smile*
Sophia: I definitely disagree. What are you smiling at again?
(tired. So very tired. Turns out 3 hours sleep is NOT enough.)
Manuel: I didn't get thrown into a tree.
(It doesn't sound enough, no.)
Sophia: I could throw you into the oak over there if you want.
(It isn't. Especially when you have geography.)
Manuel: I would rather you didn't. I have enough scars. I don't wish to accumulate more.
Sophia: I didn't notice you had any scars before.
Manuel: I did show you. I'm rather good at hiding them. Even without a shirt they are not visible.
Sophia: Then no wonder I didn't see them. Are they bad?
Manuel: some might think so. Other may disagree.
Sophia: That means yes, they are. You should show me them next time.
Manuel: if you wish I could show you them now?
Sophia: No, it's alright. Don't worry.
Manuel: okay then. Maybe another time.
Sophia: Yes. Another time.
Manuel: *smiles again slightly* okay. How are you today Sophia?
Sophia: A little pissed off. But otherwise I'm just normal. How are you?
Manuel: I am well. Pissed off? What happened?
Sophia: *sighs* Not that much. I heard some gunshots when I went to investigate. There was Rose and someone called Caelan who I don't know. I was insulting Loki and then they tried to kill me.
Manuel: *frowns* that's rather rash. And rude of them
Sophia: I did insult Loki, though. But insults generally aren't something you try and kill someone for.
Manuel: no they are not. Perhaps they should see someone who handles anger problems ..
*walks through the forest and pauses*
Are you watching me still?
Sophia: Like you?
Assassin: *whilst invisible* Yes.
Manuel: perhaps.
How much have you seen already?
Sophia: I could try and get them an appointment if you want.
Assassin: Some.
Manuel: If they wish to see me they may. I try to avoid those forced to come to a psychiatrist.
But not all?
Sophia: That's understandable.
Assassin: No.
Manuel: you've started sounding like me commander. I fear good manners are rubbing off on you.
Good.
Sophia: Oh please not that. I like being rude. Rude is fun. I don't want to be bloody polite.
Assassin: It is.
Manuel: *laughs slightly* I'm sure you won't be taken over by good manners. Not if you are not willing to be taken over.
Yes. It is. What have you seen?
Trip made Blogland a Wild West town once . . .
That's how he got his bar.
And tumbleweeds started the thing . . .
So yeah.
Makes me kind of sad that no one mentioned Trip (I mean, that no one knew about Trip+wild west towns+tumbleweeds enough to mention it) . . .
Sophia: I won't be taken over. I will stand against the good manners.
At least not being polite means you can say what you want, without caring. If I want to say something - I say it. I'm not too polite to say something against someone, or to say something that they don't like. I think it's pointless doing that.
(brb food)
(Hey Star!)
Manuel: *nods* that is your opinion.
Sophia: It is. And you think that politeness is good.
(You know, C likes being mean.
But they were giving out awards in Paris (me and C got ours for talking! *never shutting up about that*), and this girl got one for being nice (although it was phrased in an interesting way), and me and C were dicussing how lovely this girl was ("She's lovely" "Yeah, I know, she totally is", only to that extent), and I jokingly said "This is what nice people are like!" and she gave me this kind of deep look and said something along the lines of "Is it?"
And I told her something about mean people such as herself being awesome too, just in different ways, because I didn't want her to feel bad about not being nice (plus, she is awesome).
But I think in that moment she kind of have this realisation of where being nice got you.
And see, this girl is lovely. And we really like her because she's lovely.
And see, that's where being nice gets you. Whereas I remember my form friend telling me that C was a bitch, and that she used to be nice a few years ago but no she was really mean.
C knows this. She just doesn't really care.
But like -
if you're nice, people like you.
So I'm nice for a number of reasons, and there's all these reasons including habit and such, but I'm also nice because I want people to like me, because when people like you and tell you you're awesome it's really great, whereas when people stare at you like they don't get you/ignore you/talk to other people as opposed to you, you just feel all lonely and it's not particularly nice.
So there is a point.
Also, being nice makes you feel like you're a good person, and really you only want peopel to tell you you're a good person.
And also, if you're nice you make them happy, which is always positive. I don't like upsetting people. Who does? And . . . you know, I'd just rather my existence be encouraging and friendship-ful rather than filled people people going off crying because they feel unloved (still exageration there. Or not. I can recall plenty of times when actions of a person on this blog have caused another person on this blog to literally go off crying feeling unloved).
Plus, you have to be the change you wish to see, and I would like the world to be more nice.
Manuel: I do.
(Hello XD)
*that was kind of @Sophia
(Hey Flick!)
*but not really coz it was off-roleplay
Hi Inky! :)
(Hey Star! How are you?)
(Hiya bach ^^
I had psychology today and it was brilliant
...now im knackered
how are you?)
(Sophia: I have no interest in keeping people happy. Being nice means that when you do feel something bad, you're constantly trying to push it in to remain nice. I wouldn't say I'm a horrible person - but I do what I do, think what I think and say what I say. If that turns out to be bad - so what? There are bigger things to think about than whether you're being nice to people and whether people are happy. Why should I change to be nice to someone? If they cared whatsoever about me - they would accept me the way I am. And those that don't, I don't bother with. Simple as that. The moment you start being nice, is the moment you limit the things you can say.)
(*whispers* why is it so quiet?)
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