TwiLyghtSansSparkles

"One, two, three, blue," So saith a pug A protector dog in need of a hug. Will no one alive give it to her? Will anyone pet her silky black fur?

Which would make a crossover even more interesting.

"Lady Deathskull? Ooohhh, that sounds dangerous. Unless she just kills skulls, which would be stupid, because they're already dead and—oh, the other guy. Mouldbreaker? He….what does he—OH GREAT NOODLY ONE HE TURNS EVERYTHING INTO JELLO! THAT IS THE MOST AWESOMETASTIC THING THAT HAS EVER EXISTED IN THE HISTORY OF EVER! GO MOULDBREAKER! WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN!"

Or go all Luna Lovegood and talk about whether or not Steelheart is able to trim his nose hairs while the competitors are fighting.

At least they weren't huge mistakes. Just ones that will probably earn me a call from the accountant I affectionately call The Grumpy Troll of Finance.

Well, I had another post-degree nightmare last night. I was still at the school where I'd earned my Master's degree, still living at home—although there were some differences. Most notably, my parents had a large group of extended family living with us, and they had apparently converted to some strange blend of Scientology and something else that mandates bizarre casseroles be eaten for the evening meal. Sometime toward the beginning of the dream, I turned my back to wrinkle my nose at a dish filled with tortilla chips, cream cheese, chopped scallions, ground meat, and sprinkles, all swimming in a bright green sauce (which I actually couldn't eat, because I'm allergic to artificial colors). Family was everywhere, and family was annoying. Just to get some peace of mind to write the latest chapter of my Harry Potter/pug crossover fanfic, I went to school. And that is when I realized I had been slacking off of my only class all semester. Somehow, once I realized this, I was back home in the garage. My dad, wearing a hideous Christmas sweater, stood at the workbench, building another casserole. "You really need to pay better attention, Danielle," he told me. "You have a habit of not noticing things." "I'll notice my grade tomorrow," I told him. So the next day, I went to the school. The class was some blend of elementary school education and mechanical engineering, and the final project involved taking a hollowed-out plastic rhino and filling it with things based on the teacher's specifications. I snuck around the building looking for a computer where I could check my grade in private, because I'd left my laptop at home. In one room, the computers were all in use; in another, they were available but surrounded by kindergarteners taking naps, so I didn't dare. I finally found one, but it was hooked up to a projector, so everyone would be able to see my grade. Still, the room was empty, so I decided to take my chances. Somehow, I wound up on the floor with two other students in the classroom. One of them tearfully explained how when he first took that class, years ago, he built his model based on what would help him "off the grid." His plastic rhino was filled with a layer of moldy nachos ("They weren't moldy back then") a layer of some sort of physics-defying carpet that floated above the nachos without crushing them, and two layers of ugly winter sweaters that this student explained he would wear once he went off the grid. He would somehow also smuggle guns and knives into this rhino, then use those to strike out on his own. I'm really not sure why he bothered putting all of this into a plastic rhino, but I guess that's just the sort of school we went to.

...and dress them all like Sleepinf Beauty?

1) No freaking kidding. 2) Yeah, he might as well have said "Most cookies will be eaten, but how many varies by the recipe." Though this answer arguably tells us less, because with cookies we can assume no one will eat the pork-pineapple-white-chocolate-chunk, but we don't know what Epic power correlates to that kind of cookie. If you want.

After he's died a few more times, probably. Which makes it sound like 1) Epics can suppress passive powers, but it takes practice and 2) active powers are draining on some level, but the extent varies.

I saw this, and I thought of you guys. Kobold especially, but…well, just check it out.

Why can I not come up with any good questions to ask you?

For enjoying the fine taste of dried chocolate with a well seasoned side of milk strawberries. (I don't really use glitter, IRL. I barely even wear makeup. )

For making the Alley sound even more like a Mafia family.

Kind of both. The Unicyclist is an actual person in Portland and a character in the Reckoners RP.

Exactly! This is why I have the hive mind theory: They don't all share a brain, exactly, but they're all connected to each other so when one decides they have to come in between 2 and 2:30 PM, something triggers in all the rest and all of a sudden, no other time will do.

Dear customers, Is there any way you could all NOT walk in/ call our number at once? You have no idea how frustrating it is for the receptionist when she has to put one call on hold while she's cashing out another, only for another call to come in while the next customer who comes to the desk asks her to read through the paperwork aloud. And this isn't even taking into account all the paperwork her bosses piled on her desk that not only needs to be taken care of ASAP, but that will also make her life extremely difficult when she does the deposit at the end of the night. Just...try to stagger things, will you? Having all of the day's business happen within one hour is a little extreme. Please and thank you.

Great movie. Enjoy!

Excellent question. Kobold? I got the impression he just had plans, but hadn't put them into action yet.

They learn that Insulting a bad-tempered weather manipulator = OW OW OW OW OW OW OW

Khione didn't take over Alaska by being a wimp. She did it by being terrifying.

...he said moments before a tornado caught him up, spinning him around and around as lightning struck him over and over.

Psycho Pug, maybe?

More like the interwebs, but yeah, pretty much. Or maybe I looked into the interwebs, and the interwebs looked into me.

"You know what," Sam said, polishing off her third pizza slice, "Funtimes isn't here." "I noticed," Revolution said. "We should do something crazy." "Like what?" Nathan asked. Sam paused, thinking. "We should all make out. Just for the heck of it."

I just re-watched the Ninth Doctor episode "The Parting of the Ways." Aside from all the feels, it got the Dalek voice in my head. So when I saw the chapter name "And Death Shall Have No Dominion" on a sporking I follow, guess which voice I read that in.