These are all of the fanfictions with Laurzona that I found on fanfiction.net, the last one is mine and I’ve read the other four and they’re really good.
lord grant me the strength to accept the plot lines i cannot change
courage to continue to watch the show
and wisdom to remember i am not a member of the psychotic part of the fandom
Hello. I’m Kayla. On June 9th, I got in an argument with a member of Westboro Baptist Church outside of my states PrideFest regarding my lesbian mothers. This man (seen in the photograph) made the statement that all homosexuals are child molesters and rapists. I mentioned that both of my mothers have careers that are meant to help children, one is a special education teacher, and the other works at Sexual Assault Treatment Center. Once he heard that my mom works at SATC, he immediately scoffed and said “you’re mother is a whore, a bitch, and she’s the one who puts those kids in a treatment center for raped kids.”
And then that was the moment I decided to dump my entire camelback water bottle onto his head, megaphone, and ridiculously large religious sign.
(End note, the police officer across the street ignored the mans yells, and gave me a thumbs up)
AHAHA THIS IS ME ON MY OWN DASH
oh man this is on tumblr now that makes me happy
This made me laugh so dang hard.
that’s almost too cruel
I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.
Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.