“What’s this? What’s this? There’s décor everywhere. What’s this? There’s carols in the air. What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes it’s just November come on folks I mean I swear. What’s this?”—bluedragonkaiser (Tumblr)
"I don’t know why I have to wear this," Altaf whined to his mother, Leyla, and Dasaf as they walked in the procession to the temple. Altaf was dressed in his finest caftan and robes, heavily stitched with gold embroidery. It was a fine thing to look at, but not so much to wear. "It’s itchy."
"You are going to the temple. You must dress nicely for God," Malika replied.
"I don’t see why. God sees me piss. What does he care about my clothes?"
”—Altaf, Malika, Leyla, and Dasaf, ‘Scorpion Sands’ by Wanda Walker (FictionPress)
“EB: i can read the screen from here, idiot. we’re on the same sofa.
TG: ok smartass how about from this angle
TG: hope you like a chestful of hot laptop
EB: heh, well NOW i can’t.
TG: ok good
TG: now you shush
TG: better take this off before i render you infertile or something
TG: a million egbert sperm crying out as they wither and die under wifi radiation rays or something
TG: idk is that how radiation works
EB: i dunno, but i am pretty damn sure that’s not how chests work. or sperm. or wifi.”—ectoBiologist and turntechGodhead, ‘The Finer Details of Gay Cluckbeast’ by clumsyoctopus (Archive of Our Own)
“TG: alright alright so whatever im kinda bored
TT: I see. Is Father failing to amuse you? Have his old tricks finally gone stale?
TG: they went staler than the cakemix at the back of egberts cupboard years ago lalonde
TG: and stop calling him that ffs its disturbing
TT: Would you prefer I called him “Daddy”.
TG: dont ever do that
TG: i will literally cut off all ties with both of you if you resort to that in your endless game of parental one-upmanship”—tentacleTherapist and turntechGodhead, ‘The Finer Details of Gay Cluckbeast’ by clumsyoctopus (Archive of Our Own)
“Haha! That homework wasn’t so hard after I started applying to things in my real life. (Acute angles are shaped like socially acceptable pizza slices, while obtuse angles are shaped like real-person pizza slices.)”—Mizu Oyogu, ‘Swimming Anime Dating Sim: VERY BETA’ by ~fifthdimensional (deviantART)
“Still, even if all these theories are hilariously stupid, that doesn’t change the fact that this guy’s death is pretty suspicious.
If I cared more, I might even look into it.
But caring is hardddddddd.”—Mizu Oyogu and Casma ‘Megane’ Kannati, ‘Swimming Anime Dating Sim: VERY BETA’ by ~fifthdimensional (deviantART)
Mizu: “Yea, that’s what I figured. Anyway, this school is weird. Like, all the guys on the swim team go around shirtless all the time and—”
Remu: “Oh now I’m definitely coming to visit.”
Mizu: “Oh shush, you cougar.”
Remu: you have no idea what a cougar I am. When’s the next swim meet?”
Mizu: “Oh yea, let me open my day planner to S for ‘swim,’ subcategory M for ‘meet,’ and since the stars are in alignment and the moon is a waxing gibbous, it must be at why-the-heack-would-I-know-o’clock.”
Remu: “You could just say you don’t know.”
Mizu: “This way is better.”
”—Mizu Oyogu and Goremu, ‘Swimming Anime Dating Sim: VERY BETA’ by ~fifthdimensional (deviantART)
“I worked with a lady who carries a 1.5’ six flanged mace under her trench coat everywhere. some idiot pulled a knife on her and demanded her purse. she calmly informed him “I’ll have you know, I have a mace” and he replied “I’m not afraid of pepper spray” so she laughed and said “I didn’t say anything about pepperspray, I said A Mace” then pulled that bad boy out of her jacket. just to prove she wasn’t kidding, she rapped the guy on the knuckles (and I’d imagine, broke a couple fingers) then said “you know what? you give me YOUR wallet” she still has it in fact, she even showed it to me.”—Amoryl (mcarterbrown.com)
JANE: To whom are you talking?
JAKE: Brain ghost dirk.
JANE: Brain… Ghost Dirk?
JANE: You are lying.
JAKE: No im not!
JANE: Brain Ghost Dirk sounds almost as fake as he is completely made up.
JANE: Oh, for goodness’ sake.”—Jane Crocker and Jake English, Homestuck by Andrew Hussie
“DV: i know how you yearn to make out with your new space boyfriend but no just no
DV: ps we have to sit on that couch no defiling the couch
JH: bit too late for that one! whoops.
JH: i didn’t mean defiling the couch.
RS: Is that supposed to be better or worse?”—Dave Strider, John Egbert, and Rose Lalonde, ‘Battlefield Terra’ by Asuka Kureru (Askerian) (Archive of Our Own)
DAVE: youre flipping out about the prospect of telling me about something youre flipping out about
DAVE: only you could manage to pull that off good job”—Dave Strider, ‘human card games’ by doxian (Archive of Our Own)
“DIRK: What would I even talk about?
ARQUIUSPRITE: I advise you to talk about your interests
ARQUIUSPRITE: Like dairy
ARQUIUSPRITE: Fine art
ARQUIUSPRITE: And muscles
DIRK: Those are your interests.
ARQUIUSPRITE: Good point
ARQUIUSPRITE: I advise you to talk about my interests”—Dirk Strider and ARquiusprite, Homestuck by Andrew Hussie
“Dean,” Cas said with deliberate emphasis, “you cannot comprehend the joy one can find in watching a cat try to fight its way out of a towel.”—Agent Castiel Novak, ‘Shake, Rattle and Roll’ by Ealasaid (Archive of Our Own)
"My mother seems to have accepted it," Alec said. "But my father—no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay."
"Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. "Turned you gay?” Alec, you didn’t tell me that.”
"I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.
Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. “I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics, said Alec, “so I know what you’re talking about.” A small smile played around his mouth. “So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?”
"Only if it was a really gay spider,” said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. “Ow okay, never mind.”
”—Alexander Gideon Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, and Magnus Bane, City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare
"Do we have to keep listening to this wail-ey music?" Isabelle demanded, her booted foot tapping against the dashboard of Jordan’s truck.
"I happen to like this wail-ey music, my girl, and since I’m driving, I get to choose," Magnus said loftily. He was Indeed driving. Simon had been surprised that he knew how, though he wasn’t sure why. Magnus had been alive for ages. Surely he had found time to squeeze in a few weeks of driver’s ed. Although Simon couldn’t help wondering what the birth date was on his license.
”—Isabelle Lightwood, Jordan Kyle, Magnus Bane, and Simon Lewis, City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare
She was looking past him, at the books on his nightstand. “It’s a lot to process, she said. “What Sebastian said, what happened last night, everything. I need to sleep, but I’m too keyed up. When I was young and couldn’t sleep, my mother used to read to relax me.”
"And I remind you of your mother now? I have git to look into a manlier cologne."
”—Clarissa Adele Fray and Jace Lightwood, City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare
oh god thats hilariously bad, whoever invented google translate hated all languages in the world
On the contrary, nobody could have written Google Translate without enough love of languages to wish that everyone could communicate with each other.
Blame computers, which are basically made of evil and hate. I would know; I’m a CS major and have watched hours and hours of science fiction on the TV.”—BRPXQZME (MSPA Forums)
“I expect to get back on a roll with updates some time in August. So mark that month on your calendar somehow. Maybe you can write “August” in big letters across the July page. Yes, wow, that’s a good suggestion.”—Andrew, (MS Paint Adventures)
"You smell like sandalwood," she said by way of greeting .She hated the smell of sandalwood. She liked sweet scents—vanilla, cinnamon, gardenia.
Alec looked at her. “We like sandalwood.”
Isabelle made a face. “Either that’s a royal ‘we’ or you and Magnus are turning into one of those couples that think they’re one person. 'We like sandalwood.’ 'We adore the symphony.’ 'We hope you enjoy our Christmas present’—which, if you ask me, is just a cheap way of avoiding having to buy two gifts.”
Alec blinked wet lashes at her. “You’ll understand—”
"If you tell me I’ll understand when I’m in love, I’ll smother you with that towel."
"And if you keep preventing me from going back to my room and getting dressed, I’ll get Magnus to summon up pixies to tie your hair in knots."
"Oh, get out of my way." Isabelle kicked at Alec’s ankle until he moved, unhurriedly, down the hall. She had a feeling if she turned around and looked at him he’d be sticking his tongue out at her, so she didn’t look. Instead she locked herself in the bathroom and turned on the shower, full steam. Then she looked at the rack of shower products and said an unladylike word.
Sandalwood shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Ugh.
”—Isabelle Sophia Lightwood and Alexander Gideon Lightwood, City of Lost souls by Cassandra Clare
"So you mean I should tell him how I feel?" said Isabelle in a small voice.
"Yes. Definitely. Tell him how you feel."
"Okay." She grabbed for the tequila bottle and took a swig. "I’ll go over to Clary’s right now and tell him."
A small flower of alarm blossomed in his chest. You can’t. It’s practically three in the morning—”
"If I wait, I’ll loose my nerve," she said, in that reasonable tone that only very drunk people ever employed. She took another swig out of the bottle. "I’ll just go over there, and I’ll knock on the window, and I’ll tell him how I feel."
"Do you even know which window is Clary’s?"
She squinted. “Nooo.”
The horrible vision of a drunk Isabelle waking up Jocelyn and Luke floated through Jordan’s head. “Isabelle, no." He reached up to take the tequila bottle from her, and she jerked it away from him.
"I think I’m changing my mind about you," she said in a semi-threatening tone that would have been more frightening if she’d been able to focus her eyes on him directly. "I don’t think I like you very much at all." She stood up, looked at her feet with a surprised expression—and fell over backward. Only Jordan’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch her before she hit the floor.
”—Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, Jordan Kyle, Jocelyn Fairchild, and Luke Garroway, City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare
Jordan squinted at her. “It’s two in the morning.”
She shrugged. “He’s a vampire.”
"But I’m not."
"Ohhhhh?" Her red lips curled up at the corners. "Did I wake you up?" She reached out and flicked the top button on his jeans, the tip of her fingernail scraping across his flat stomach. He felt his muscles jump. Izzy was gorgeous, there was no denying that. She was also a little terrifying. He wondered how unassuming Simon managed to handle her at all. "You might want to button these all the way up. Nice boxers, by the by." She moved past him, toward Simon’s bedroom. Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.
”—Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, Jordan Kyle, and Simon Lewis City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare