Posts tagged pancake day
Brainbent
We're all mad here.
> Fondly regard socialization.
SCORE. Coolkids twofold. Wow, everyone’s waking up early today and going about their busy lives.
Except for Sollux, you guess. He’s…
Uh…
What the hell? Why are there papers? Is he asleep? Why don’t his socks ever match?
You think it might be best if you GO SEE DAVE FIRST and let him have the pancakes. That is, after all, the whole reason you keep getting them, even though they TASTE LIKE BARF.
You are so sure that this is the correct course of action, in fact, that you aren’t even going to bother putting a question mark at the end of your thoughts on the matter. That is how sure you are.
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> PANCAKE GET!
Oh your fucking GOD, they’re still sizzling! They must be right off the griddle!
Look at those plump little sons of bitches sort of just lying there all pressed together and slick with syrup and that impudently firm little pat of butter on top all like “No no noooo, don’t you dare eat me, you naughty little kitty. Mama spank!”
Well the joke is on Mr. Breakfast Sassypants, isn’t it? Because you fucking HATE PANCAKES.
You only like Pancake Day.
> Fondly regard socialization.
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> YOU. GIRL. TIPTOES BLUE FAKE TAIL GIRL. GO LOCATE PANCAKES THIS INSTANT.
Calm your bosom, commandy-guy! There’s no running in the halls.
At any rate, you know exactly where the pancakes are. They’re where they always are, which is the cafeteria. WHERE FOOD LIVES, ya doofus >:PP
Mondays are the very best days at St. Lobaf and the magic all starts here. The minute you walk in you have to start dodging flapjacks hot off the stovetop, flung with wild abandon straight at your unprotected face by sinister mentally troubled wasteful BREAKFAST NINJAS.
Okay okay. That only happened once. And in his defense, John was pretending it was alien invasion day and they were supposed to be the UFOs. You just happened to get in the way.
You sure have some fucked up friends!
> PANCAKE GET!
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Answerspam! Again!
lantadyme asked Terezi: What do you think enlightenment tastes like?
1T T4ST3S L1K3 T4NGY L3MON SORB3T 4ND LONG MONTHS SP3NT W1TH 4 CLOS3LY KN1T B4ND OF 4DV3NTUR3RS ON 4 QU3ST TO S4V3 TH3 WORLD >:]
Anonymous asked Rose: First off, I think you’re very brave. Second: What’s your favorite activity at St. Lobaf? :D
Thank you so much for the kind words, Anonymous. I do not often feel brave, so it is reassuring to know that I am perceived as such by others. I should keep this in mind during the darker times when I doubt my own self-assessment.
My favorite activity here would be Monday breakfasts. Several of our number would have you believe that it is nothing more than “woah pancake day again fuck to the fucking yeah”, and while I agree that they indeed delicious, the real draw for me is the group session following the feeding frenzy.
Each resident, and each staff member in attendance, states one goal for the upcoming week, and gives a few examples of ways in which this goal can be attained. My goal for this week was to write Mother a letter, and in order to do so, I enlisted the help of my good friend Kanaya. She nudged me whenever my resolve flagged, and I was able to send it out before I thought better of my plans and tore it up, as I have done to the past three attempts at contacting my family. When we meet next Monday, I will announce my goal as fulfilled, and everyone will tell me they are proud of me. It’s strange how much I long to hear these words from other people.
Yes, I must say Mondays are the best days for me. It is how I know that time is passing, and for the better.
Anonymous asked Nepeta: What made you initially like Equius so much? (Aside from being able to make him wear pigtails, heehee.)
:33 < hes just so huge and funny and STRONG! i thought fur sure he was going to be loud and mean when i first met him, but hes just a big old pussycat
:33 < i want to be strong like that
:33 < maybe he will teach me his secret
:33 < you know what! i dont know if anyone else has noticed how shy he is!
:33 < i bet he wears his hair long like that so he can hide behind it
:33 < but nobody can evade the notice of a lioness on the hunt
Anonymous asked Rose: have you heard from your parents since you arrived here? Have they tried talking you into returning home?
Since my flight from home, I’ve been pestered relentlessly any time I’ve opened a line of communication with any of them. For instance, last week I was informed that my temper tantrum has gone on quite long enough, and that I am making my poor mother a nervous wreck, and I am a spoiled little girl driving herself insane. To be honest, I would give my cousin extra points for quoting Girl, Interrupted in a semi-appropriate context, but I’m not entirely certain she’s aware that such a story exists, which means it is in fact meant to be scathing.
But Mother, a nervous wreck? I never thought I would see the day. What if she has begun to drink? It’s surely all my fault for being an inadequate solution to her every emotional need.
You know, the sad thing is, I used to really believe that.
I almost still do, which is a large part of my decision to minimize contact with my blood relations for the time being. But I have, as previously mentioned, written Mother a fairly formal update as to my condition. I expect a box of low-fat chocolates and a packet of brochures for homeopathic psych treatments any day now. I have already promised Mr. Makara the chocolate, and live in hope that the literature is printed on recycled paper.
