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Chookas for your audition!

Just so you know its free comic book day so go to your local comic book store (or Kindle) and get some free comics! 

Have a great day!! May the fourth be with you or happy Cinco de Mayo depending on your timezone.

Love you guys  

i got new dice. :)))))))))))))))

Soooooo I have to do Opera for this play I'm doing. Opera. This is just a regular play but APPARENTLY it'd be cool to randomly insert Cosi fan Tutte in the middle and only have one person who's singing skills at not opera are average at best do it by themselves?

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Duder, Duder, Duder, Duder Duuuuuuuuderrr youuuuuuuu are a spyyyyyyy Duder, Duder, Duder, Duder. DUDER IS A SPY

I can't get duder is a spy out of my head

Okay update on the Sea shanty thing from yesterday.

I had to turn this:

 Into a sea shanty ... *o*

I wasn't allowed to change or add to the lyrics and after a few hours I came up with something.

My teacher loved it and has asked me to write a short song around it with an extra verse and chorus and harmonies. So, YAY but also AHHHHH I CAN'T EVEN READ SHEET MUSIC.

Its meant to be based on the story of Alcyone and Ceyx and I'm wondering if any of you poemy people could give me some tips?

Also, if you'd like to hear the melody I made for it so far PM me

I have to make this poemy thing in a script for a play into a short sea shanty sounding song. Any suggestions?

Would, oh would, I were a Kingfisher
That flies with the Halcyons ( @The Halcyon Girl  )
Along the breaking waves, with a fearless heart,
That noble bird, that holy bird,
The deep blue of the ocean

Happy groundhog day!

I love the groundhog day movie and the musical is even better, if you haven't seen them, I'd recommend doing so!

So I’ve been away for a few days because school has been insanely busy these last few days but now I’m back and I have some life stuff! 

It was my birthday! I want to thank all of you guys who wished me a happy one . Also, I got a finally went and got a new laptop, which I have probably needed for a while — it got to the point where I had to put tinfoil around the charger for it to work. However for some reason I haven’t been able to log into the Shard on it yet. 
Anyway, I must school now, farewell! Hopefully not for long!

I just got this little guy and he’s so cute and creepy, I love him!

(Yes I put him in front of my Warbreaker leatherbound to flex  I’m not ashamed)

I need name ideas!

Happy scudding Birthday! The purple cake is AWESOME

As he plunges into the cold water hearing the shouts behind him, the familiar, almost welcoming shock greets him and he begins to swim. The practiced strokes causing his body to cut through the water. Then, ggafter a few seconds he stops, needing to look back at his handiwork. The captain is cursing,  screaming. She knows what this means. The man stays in place the gentle waves buffeting him, wetting his beard and smile grows. The smile splits, a soft chuckle escapes. Then, a laugh. It’s loud and deep but has a tinny quality, this is a cruel laugh. It grows in volume and in mirth, richness. An outside observer might almost think it was happy, but if you did heard it for more than a few seconds you would hear that tin, the edge. Now the man‘s whole body is shaking with the sound, breaking the water around him. This goes on for minutes. He sees the captain again still yelling through the spray he’s created and if it’s possible his metal laughter grows to new depths of volume and voracity. His laugh is all consuming and even his habits that have kept him paddling subconsciously are absorbed. He laughs so hard he forgets to swim. The one cruel thought that manages to meander its way through his mind is that he was a good shipmate, he left behind a gift. This fuels his laughter, racking his lungs which slowly are taking in water. His body spasms his laughs start to sound more like wet coughs. Not dissimilar to what slapping a full sponge against a wall,scraping a fork against concrete and a seal barking at the same time would sound like grating but moist. The last thing he saw of the above world was the black spot in her hand while his shaking “laughter” continued until it was just a ripple on the surface.

YEARS LATER 

“Dada? Why?” Her deep brown eyes looked up at her father. “Yeah, why us?” Her brother asked tearily. Their father sighed and looked out the window at their little coastal town.  “If you take a boat out to where the sun aligns between the two Pherasan hills they say the ocean is dead still for a league except for one small constant ripple. They say there was a man, who will never stop laughing down in Davey Jones’ locker.”