I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

So, It's snowing like crazy! Insanely snowing. Crazy snowing!
And the cat is a fluffy as ever.

Doctor who?

So for everyone who likes mlp and/or Doctor who, here's a little something i stumbled across. Hope you like it!

Lovegood tribute

I love her so!

Numero dos

     I slowly opened the horrible pink, parting a curtain (of pink) that hung directly behind it. As a peered through the hanging satin, I heard a noise that was about the most unpleasant thing that anyone could ever hear. Especially if about five seconds later you found out your supposed loving boyfriend was making it.
     You can probably guess what Crow was doing when I opened the door. Kissing someone else. I should have known it would be Mackenzie. Who else would be that cruel? But it still came as a blow because...he was accepting it. And of course, in the Talon way, he had no shirt.
     I was a bit shocked, enough so that I stood for a moment taking it in. twined together, a mess of arms and legs, moving in harmony. It was horrifying and fascinating at the same time. I mostly just wondered how? It didn't see real. I put my trust in him, hard as it had been, and now he threw it away. The whole time he was playing with me, eyes on a bigger prize. A prize that though clothing was useless unless bare minimum. A prize with perfect everything, and a normal childhood. A prize that hadn't been outlawed, hadn't been mean, hadn't dangled him over a cliff. She was better than me in every way, but it still didn’t feel right.
     Of course, Mackenzie turned around, and the world turned its back on me. Then again, the world has eyes in the back of its head.
     She smiled, perfect teeth shining. The anger started, hot and fast. I wouldn't go down without a fight. Yet another sad thing about being an enkindler.
     A scream, not really human, and not really my own, burst forth. They cowered, Crow looking as if woken from a daze. Mackenzie looked a little tired. Perhaps the effort of making out had exhausted her. Fire burst from every pore on my body, anger, frustration, and pure sad bursting through. I couldn't hold anything back. Even the emotions in the room grew. Well one emotion. Fear.
     I'm not really sure what happened after that. I know Mackenzie had to stay in the hospital wing for a while, though she out pretty quickly. And Crow? Not. A. Scratch. Quite unfair what love does.

Hope you like it!

Numero Uno

Part one of the accidentally deleted!

I had a plan.
     I was suspicious of Bird Boy lately. He kept disappearing, for longer and longer every time. I wanted to ask, make it seem like it was no big deal, but I couldn't. I'd never trusted anyone like this before. He'd pushed through my wall, convinced me that he wouldn't hurt me. It was still so hard. I was used to pushing everyone away. The less I cared about people, the less I could get hurt. I had a rule; don’t love, and don't get attached. Crow had broken that rule.
     Now I suspected. He was hiding something. I could tell Crow wanted to tell me where he kept disappearing off to. Yet he didn't tell me. He hid the truth. That was what scared me the most.
   
     I set a trap so I could follow him. I wish I hadn’t. I would have found out anyway, I suppose, but it would have been simpler if Mackenzie's plan had just gone the way it was supposed to.
     I put some dust on the bottom of Crow's shoes. It was a powdery yellow, from the shops. 'Followers Dust, guaranteed to solve the mystery!' advertising is so weird.
     I woke up and went to his door. There were footprints, glowing now, like the bottle said they would. That meant Crow had been gone for at least five minutes. I followed, wondering where he had gone.
     The tracks went for a long way, and at a corner they did something strange. At this point the glowing was very faint, so whatever conversation had happened was recent. The footsteps stopped, hovering, and then finally headed down a different corridor. I could almost see him hesitating. Maybe Rose had dragged him off somewhere.
     I did some hesitating of my own, and then followed the even fainter yellow. I just had to finish what I started. Hunter's intuition or something.
     When I finally reached the end of the trail, I was at a door painted a pink that almost made me retch. I hated pink at the best of times, but that? Atrocious, and probably a crime against nature. The footsteps were nothing but powder that hardly showed in the think carpet. one thing that notified me of brownie territory was that carpet. The other thing was probably that door.

Halloween

This is/was my costume. I was an evil doll. Too fun.

The idiots of the world

They include me! and probably you too. You do know who Rose is? and A? (Emily the epic.)
Founders...last names... get it?
 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT NOW EMILY?! What now?