finnicky-dragon

me: ever read house of a million pets? friend: no..? me: u should! friend: i shal! me: when i was little i had a strange obsession with obscure mamalia fiend:? ok then me: sugar gliders, chinchillas, silky anteaters... any way i wanted to be the lady in this book friend: i see me: she had 4 sugar gliders me: i want one of those me: i could train it to carry mail friend: ill remember that me: Flying squirl Postal Service friend: o dear me: i called it! friend: the FSPS friend: you could make UPS go out of buisness ---------------------------------------------------- to be finished later neeed sleep

As dusk fell the warrior cats that weren't in one of the night hunting groups or patrols settled down to sleep high in their cliff hallows. Only two cats stirred one as white as snow the other black as the coming night. The white she-cat paced the rock shelf just outside her den. The black tom sat in the mouth of the cave opening staring out to sea. Finally the she cat turned her violet stare on the black tom "Blackfang what do you make of this Moonclan business?" the black tom sighed and pushed himself to his feet. "Dear, as I have said at least five times, that I think a clan of that size is simply impossible." she glared at her unfortunate

Have you ever drempt of flying? Soring obove the eath, wind snatching away your breath, ripeling your feathery wings as they beat strongly, carying you through the sky at high speeds. Well have you? I have felt like that before. Exept… It wasn't a dream.

the door bell buzzed, agian. Finn groaned and got to her feet. stupid doors and there god awful bells. she slid over to the door her socks making the wood floor a skating rink. she finally managed to get to the door. then of course all the freking locks stuck. whoever was on the other side pounded on the door. Finn yelled through the oak "one sec the doors being a beast." she finally got the dead bolt off and swung the door open. Gabriel stood on the other side, his hands were full of bags and boxes and parcels. he was wearing fluffy headband antlers and so much plad there must of been a poor scottsman out there with an empty wordrobe. Finn g

ok i need you guys to do somthing for me. if i ever get this book published and oneday it turns into a movie, swear to me you will not allow me to cast it poorly. i dont care how. just stop me. please. i dont want to end up like cassandra clare, as a writer i respect her... but... jace... my beautiful boy... why? why is she so cruel as to cast that... that... THING as our beloved herondale. i just want you to be sure that i do right by my characters. please please please do this for me. i will love you forever if you do. alright thats all. i just wanted to express that beacuse i have been on tumbler and seen things and felt feels and.. i just