Lord of the Rings:
Why are you in charge? I mean, your show is the oldest, but I was around a decade before you, and Sherlock Holmes has been around since the 1880's. If we're going off fandom age, Doctor, Sherlock should be in charge.
You're usually the rational one, but have you gone mad? Because of BBC, Sherlock is, well, not like he used to be.
*sitting in the corner rocking back and forth* 18 months, 18 months, 18 months, 18 months, 18 months, 18 months-
We know Sherlock, we know. It's been almost 2 years for us too, except we've finished, You have somehing left at least. We don't.
If you don't mind, we have an issue we need to discuss-
If you're all quite done being English, the Doctor has something to say!
Calm down SPN, it isn't the end of the World he's announcing. But if it is, I know some great heroes that can help you out.
America's the hero! He'll save you!
Promise a demon your soul and you won't need heroes, he'll save you.
Did somebody say demon?! *salt at the ready*
There's something really important I need to tell you!
Is he possessed? I mean, my show had it's season finale recently and I'm not like that!
*jumps on the table* Your eye is twitching, a sign of nerves, and you looked up into the upper left corner of your eye before saying that, only for a second, but it's enough to prove you're lying. You have been in the state or hysetria that I'm currently in, you're just good at hiding your emotions!
*breaks into song*
Fuck off Glee
Lord of the Rings:
He's doing it again. Sherlock, that's enough deducting for now. Last time, you found out that Homestuck and Hetalia have a 'mutual respect' thing going on.
People hate on our fandoms, we stick together. We never made it not obvious.
We're moirails, where have you guys been? (pases Homestuck some pasta)
IF WE ARE ALL QUITE DONE! *cough* Are we just going to ignore him in the seat near the end of the table?
*everyone looks to said seat*
Hello, my name is Hannibal. My show is new. I brought food if anybody would like some? I made it myself.
The snow soaked his fur and made the old Pikachu cold straight to his bones, but he didn’t move from his spot, perched on the old, rotting post that had once been a sign.
He had been there for a long time, just…waiting. People would pass by him, but none tried to capture what would have been such an easy addition to their Pokemon team. Because they all knew which Pikachu this as, and why he was sitting, nearly motionless, on such an old post. Nobody had the heart to move him.
Pikachu shuddered and sneezed. The area was different, very different. The trees of Viridian Forest had been cut down long ago, but Pikachu knew the place for what it was. It was the place where he’d first decided he’d cared about his partner.
He could still remember the ten year old boy clutching him, injured, to his chest, his heart nearly beating out of his ribcage in fear and exertion as he ran and rode from the Spearow flock trying to take them both down. He’d been nothing but cruel to the boy, but despite all that, he was giving his all to protect him.
When he’d fallen, he’d shielded Pikachu with his body, knowing that he’d be hurt, perhaps even killed, by the onslaught. Pikachu had decided, then, that this boy was worth defending, and he’d never regretted his decision to protect the boy, his trainer, his best friend…
They had had many great adventures together. Some battles had ended in losses, many in great victories…they’d made many friends along the way.
But all good things ended. Pikachu lived long lives, longer still if they evolved into Raichu, and because of this, Pikachu was glad he’d never evolved. It was hard enough, really. It was as if, one day, his buddy as just…gone.
So, Pikachu had waited, in that field that no longer bared the scars of a great thunder strike. Through spring, summer, fall, and now winter, he’d waited.
His vision blurred and he shifted, laying on the top of the post instead of sitting. It wouldn’t be too long, now. Not too long at all…
“I missed you too, buddy. C’mon, let’s go. We’ve got a whole new adventure waiting, and I just couldn’t start it without my best friend…”
Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.”
Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.
Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.
When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.”