Hi!!! It's been a while, but I wanna thank everyone who said happy birthday yesterday!
THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH PEOPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Sooo, that's pretty much it...
AGAIN, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!
Brownies"Careful with pouring that in, Chrissy, the batter is very hard to get even when putting it into a pan."Brownies by Opalescent-Angel
"I know how to pour things, daddy." Christina giggled, pouring in the brownie mix made by her father into the bowl. "Mmm, this tastes delicious!!!" she said, when she poked her finger into the batter and stuck it into her mouth.
"Chrissy, how many times have I told you to not do that?" Joe, the father, said, making a fake stern face to make her laugh again.
"This many times!!" she said, putting up 6 fingers and giggling. He laughed and picked her up to swing her around. He put her back on her stool so they could finish adding the peanuts to the other batter.
"Daddy," Chrissy said, "why are we making two brownies?" She inclined her head to the side, much like a curious puppy would. Joe laughed when he thought of that.
"We're making two batters so people who like them with nuts can have some, and people who like them without nuts can have some from the other," he said, mixing up the c
Bird Senses Ch. 5TasteBird Senses Ch. 5 by Opalescent-Angel
O.K. It's official.
I have a crush on my best friend.
I am in LOVE with my BEST FRIEND.
Why don't I feel better about it? Let's count the ways:
1. He is straight.
2. He has the hots for M'gann, who in turn approves of this... realization.
3. He is straight.
4. I am sure he doesn't like me back.
5. HE IS STRAIGHT!!!
Ever since I practically moaned in pleasure for being so close to him, I feel like I have to avoid him. But, then again, HE has to make that hard. Really, really hard. And M'gann isn't helping. Every chance she gets, she will put me in an awkward silence with.... Wally, and I CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS NAME WITHOUT REMEMBERING THAT DAY! This is my worst nightmare. Forget Joker. He has NOTHING on THIS!
"Any reason why you're staring randomly at a wall instead of
Bird Senses Ch. 4SmellBird Senses Ch. 4 by Opalescent-Angel
Waking up today was... interesting.
Wally was supposed to be sleeping in a, well, sleeping bag, but when I woke up he was on my bed holding me from behind. I have to admit, some part of me wanted to stay in that position for a long time, but then I thought of how awkward it would be for the both of us if we woke up like this. So, I got out of bed, took a shower, and brushed my teeth, all while watching him from the mirror. Sure he sleeps a lot, but now he was just holding my pillow strangely...Weird...
Anyway, I left my room and went to the kitchen. Lo and behold, M'gann was there as usual. What she was making actually smelled kind of nice...
"What's up, Megan? Trying something new?" I ask smoothly. She smiles and continues doing what she's doing.
"Hello, Robin! I'm trying this new recipe; I believe it is called a, 'French Crepe'? According to this website, they're like thin pancakes. Do you mind if I talk mentally to you? It's still kind of confusing to talk while cooking at the
Bird Senses Ch. 3HearingBird Senses Ch. 3 by Opalescent-Angel
Wow... just... Wow...
I didn't know KF of all people could just get under my skin like that. I mean, it's like we know everything about each other. And now, he even knows that I'm Dick Grayson. It's such a weird feeling, I don't know if it's positive or negative. But now, I'm starting to question what I know about Wally.
Sure, I know where he lives and have been to his house and all, but his house is usually where his uncle lives. I've never been to his home. But, my mind working fast and smart and all, I think that's related to why he comes to Mt. Justice with bruises that didn't come from missions.
It started with small things, things only I could've noticed (well, Batman too, but that's beside the point), like near-invisible cuts and bruises. But they've grown. Now they go in a thin line across his face, and he's so sad all the time, he's even getting M'gann down.
And just yesterday, I noticed him following me. Sure, he does that anyways, but now I see him every time I wake
Just a writer, not an artist. (I can barely draw a stick figure.)
Won't tell you my age, weight, or what I do or where I am. I can tell you that I won't stand for people who will hate on me because they can just fluff themselves.
("Fluff" standing in for the F-word)