SleepingSilence

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

@Weird Tales *gasps* D: You need to listen to more music then. *bounces* I can send you plenty of good music if you're interested. ^3^

@Vilageidiotx I think the problem of 'fandoms' in general isn't that certain stuff has more depth versus mindless fluff. I mean a 'metal only' person that calls everything else not music, is just as wrong and obnoxious as someone that only listens to rap and thinks rock is the devil's music. I think it's the obnoxiousness of the groups and their arrogance usually overthinking their particular fandom and completely unable to handle criticism someone may have of it. I don't think being an over zealous fanatic of anything is good, no matter how actually well thought out the show is, or just one that is incredibly pandering.

Take a Letter, Leave a Letter

Cut

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-499

Ban the Person above you

Banned for liking One Piece.

Banned for saying your a god of war, when you clearly just ninja'd me. >:c

Who Can Post Last?

I had the longest time before someone posted. That counts for something right?
:c

Have you ever changed your mind about one of those big issues?

I haven't never really 180'd on anything, I pretty much believe what I've always believed in. I think life has made me change my overall outlook of life in general from an optimist to a pessimist. But that's more philosophy change, than politically though one could argue looking at reality vs what sounds good, did greatly change my political perspective and my overall outlook on people and life. But honestly, I'm pretty the same person. (maybe slightly more bitter toward life and at the same time being far less depressed than I used to be.) :/

The internet and the people that surrounded me probably made me an even stronger liberal (or more accurately libertarian/anti-authoritarian) on most social issues. And at the same time realizing the many grey areas of those social issues, of how extremists can be slightly ridiculous and I can acknowledge 'the slippery slope fallacy' is almost a valid argument. Knowing people are never satisfied and will always want more. People's seemingly endless hypocrisy probably made me care more about politics than the average person my age or just in general frankly given how uninformed the general population seems to be. Though very recently, I've grown rather tired of politics. Seeing too many assholes, that can't separate general politics from personal matters.

@mdk They say being an asshole and trying to force your opinions will NEVER change one's true beliefs. But hell, maybe edgy teenagers and religious zealots are on to something after all. *sarcasm*

@Derpestein Not great no, but at least it's better than others ones I see on here. :P

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Whimsley

Kristoff Wise

Kristoff silently watched the gentleman wearing the thick yellow coat leaving, along with all the other individuals, including the three trainers proceeding to follow directly behind him. Hesitating to follow along, first looking at his Cyndaquil wanting his pokemon's approval. Seeing Char staring back smiling seemingly eager. “Well I guess we should catch up.” He commented aloud with nobody else around, looking at and petting Char's head. It didn't incredibly long to already be right behind the rest of them. Heading up some metallic stairs and then through a hallway. While his Cyndaquil was looking around everywhere curiously on top of his head. Kristoff's attention was entirely focused on the man who he assumed was the captain of the ship, he smiled some greatly admiring how he seemed to be highly respected and admired by the looks of his crew members, it reminded him of the women who raised him. But quickly changing the subject in his mind before he dwelled on his past for too long.

“Hey sir, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.” Kristoff addressed the Professor not recognizing him, being normally just terrible with faces. However that was suddenly interrupted by the several people that appeared one after the other. Who all started to speak, as he thought they sounded quite peculiar. Seeing them challenging the three trainers to a battle, which peeked his interest right away. Always enjoying a friendly competition even when he wasn't participating. Noticing his Cyndaquil had retreated back into his shirt shivering a little, seeming to be quite overwhelmed from the amount of strangers he was around. Watching the other trainers seemingly enthusiastic for a fight, it was the kind of attitudes he liked, making him smile. Comforting his pokemon and eagerly waiting for the battle to begin expressing intrigue plainly across his face. While simultaneously expecting his question to be answered.

“Are you alright?” Kristoff asks sounding concerned, prying open his shirt to see Char curled up inside. “Quil.” Char replied softly.

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Pokemon

(Char) Cyndaquil

Fairy Tail

Genesis smiled, and started wandering through the halls of the guild building, rubbing her head some quietly whispering to herself giving out contradicting directions. Not remembering in the slightest where she was suppose to go. As Fenrir did know but every single time he would try to say something, Genesis would shush him because she wanted to figure it out alone. Fenrir just grumbled quietly in frustration. "Just let me tell where we need to go." Fenrir finally exclaimed, running out of patience and getting far too annoyed to allow this to continue.

Genesis turned and patted his head some. "You should of gotten some sleep." Genesis answered back, as her ears twitched hearing all the other sounds of people as she quickly made her way following the voices.

Fenrir sat there growling lightly, not liking what she was implying, before quickly catching up, looking up at her. "Brother, Do you think someone will be able to finally release these chains off of me?" She questioned while looking around sounding concerned.

As Fenrir turned his head some while walking behind her swishing his tail. "If not, we're wasting our time." He bluntly stated.

Descendants Reform School

Sorry for delay, had friends over on the weekend and just didn't feel like writing yesterday.

Descendants Reform School

@KindledBeast
Leo wasn't amused when he overhead that punk that attempted to attack him, calling out some kind of insult that he only half heard because of another student's talking near him drowning it out. Despite it being annoying that he didn't hear what she said, he conceded that maybe it was better that way. Just rolling his eyes some, smirking a bit when Hercules exclaimed strength would be the activity they do first, however watching several individuals that simply brought the weights out. Leo sighed. “Well that's slightly disappointing...” Leo thought to himself but his smile brimming with confidence remained. Leo chuckled. “Only a ton?” Leo commented with a slightly smug tone of voice, turning to see two student bursting through the door, seeing that they looked very similar.

“Oh great, more students...” Leo sarcastically muttered. Watching them despite being late being the first to get to use the weights, which came off a touch insulting, all this damn waiting and the ones that come late go first? Seeing them struggling which the next weight didn't surprise him, he was ready to be the first one to pick them all up and do it the fastest too. Crossing his arm and anxiously waiting for his chance to show off his strength, while entertaining the thought of possibly embarrassing a couple of students as punishment for threatening his sister and getting in his way.

Jay had already left before Axel came toward them, going into the bathroom, grateful no one else was around, lifting Inigo out of his hood still fast asleep, making him visible once again. Turning on the faucet, getting his finger wet and raising it above his nose so that the cold water would slowly drip on his nose and face. Inigo nose wiggled, squirming some inside his hands. “Come on, wake up.” Jay whispered loudly near his ear, as Inigo suddenly jolted awake nearly jumping out of his grasp. Relaxing after seeing Jay's face letting out a little exhale of relief. “Head straight for my room, I cannot risk anyone smelling or seeing you.” Jay ordered.

“Hey, I don't stink!” Inigo replied sounding offended.

Jay let out a brief sigh, as he turned off the sink and started walking back outside. “Not the point, just please listen and don't leave this time.” Jay added as he set Inigo gently down on the ground. Inigo didn't respond and just started heading across the hall making a turn at a corner, being out of his sight. Jay was satisfied and headed back to towards the gym.

As Inigo eventually poked his head out from the corner. “If he was even slightly good at directions he would know I'm going the wrong way, I cannot trust him to be on his own, not after that brute is perfectly ready to start something, maybe I'll just keep an eye on him, without Jay realizing it. I'm pretty sure I'm capable of hiding myself from some dumb kids even without being invisible.” Inigo pondered in his head starting to also sneak toward the gym.

Jay quickly head through the door heading back to Roman with a smile. “Hey.” Jay greeted finally seeing what they would be doing in class. “Weight lifting?” Jay questioned aloud, sounding a little surprised.