• Voordat ik een nieuwe beginpost ga maken, wil ik Leonie bedanken. Met pijn in haar hart heeft ze me dit topic geschonken en ik ben hier erg dankbaar voor.



    Welkom, geachte inwoners van Quizletarië. Dit is het Spammers Topic. *dramatisch achtergrond muziekje*
    "Voordat je ons hier joint, kan ik denk ik namens allen spreken als ik zeg dat we het ongelooflijk leuk vinden om meer mensen hier te hebben. Maar dat betekent ook dat er meer kans is dat je soms niet door één deur met iemand kan. Probeer dat gevoel opzij te zetten en het gewoon hier zo leuk mogelijk te maken. Iedereen is welkom, zolang je hier komt met de bedoeling om het gezellig te maken c:" - De wijze woorden van Mevrouw Romee Trohman.


    • De Spammers •
    Leonie De Leeuw.
    Ilonamazing.
    Laurawesome
    Yo Yo Ro Ro.
    Henkje.
    Mayonaise.
    Floor Met Haar Kontobsessie
    Xantheve.
    Marie Jolie.
    Opper Perv.
    Holy Julie.
    Sha're Onuitspreekbaar.
    Auto.
    Ananas.
    Sherlock.
    Leahhhh.

    Leden van onze hechte familie:
    Goya • Leonie • De gestoorde paardengek die nogal veel spant •
    Sobremesa • Ilona • De persoon die van de trap af pleurt en vervolgens gaat Just Dancen •
    WaldeinsamkeitIrmha Laura • De persoon die zichzelf kan snijden aan haar- haar, en vloek heeft met James' Potters van elke mogelijke generatie, en een erg onuitspreekbare username heeft •
    TrohmanHarry Romee • De rijstwafel, Skittles, koffie, pasta, chips en energy verslaafde vogel die vogels haat, een obsessie heeft met debatteren, Fall Out Boy en Dylan o'Brien én teveel series en films kijkt. •
    MangataJente Henk • De persoon die altijd klooit met lettertypes- en grotes en tegelijkertijd als een serieus iemand over wil komen door haar leertijd op Q te spenderen •
    Meraki_ • Marjolein • De tostieverslaafde fangirl •
    Ferrars • Floor • Het knapste meisje van alles wat er bestaat en niet bestaat, wordt vaak vergeleken met perfect en aanbeden wordt als een godin. •
    Perconte • Xantheve • De muziek- en celebrityverslaafde die aan teveel dingen verslaafd is en getrouwd is met Chris Evans en Michael Fassbender •
    Zephyr • Sha're • De kerstman waarvan niemand weet wie ze is en die ons steeds dreigt te verlaten.•
    Malarkey • Marie • De Thomas Sangster geobsedeerde serieverslaafde die cactussen knuffelt •
    StylinSexual • Tamara • De sexy perv die verslaafd is aan gaysmut en eten en gelovig is •
    Quivers • Julie • De persoon die nu de hele tijd klooit met Zapfino en lettergrote 20 terwijl zij eigenlijk gewoon een heel vaag en dommig iemand is die in plaats van aan deuren waar in Zapfino lettergrote 20 'DUWEN' op staat, de deur naar zich toe probeert te trekken en die een superawesome username heeft •
    Komorebi_ • Carianne • De pizzaverslaafde die de sims speelt •
    SabaismAnaïs Ananas • De Switze loner die haar username heeft gebaseerd op Starbucks medewerkers en Ananas genoemd moet worden •
    StradlinXanthe Sherlock • De fandomaddicted waarvan niemand haar kan onderscheiden van Xantha/Xantheve en die is de alpha maar in werkelijk niet is •
    DeDDDG3maaleenS • Leah • De persoon die bij een of ander wonder in ons spammersclubje zit en een crewlid is, deze persoon denkt ook vaak na over de gedachtegang van eikels •

    Ships die je moet shippen:
    • Roomijs
    • Nixan
    • Maxilena
    • Jummy
    • Lewily
    • Christarel
    • Katharchie
    • Chestianna
    • Elisawyer
    • Jamilla
    • Marchie
    • Evelirius
    • Jilly
    • Tedoire
    • Calose
    • Calily
    • Lucassy
    • Julana

    Once upon a time,
    Waren er vijf Spammers, Leonie, Ilona, Laura, Romee en Henk. Ze hadden elkaar leren kennen door de RPG's en waren vriendjes geworden.
    Op een dag spamden de vijf Spammers een praattopic vol in één uur. Maar de beheerder was offline, en kon dus geen nieuw topic maken!
    Ilona zei: 'Laten we een gezelligheidstopic maken.'
    Leonie zei toen: 'Dat doe ik wel! Het wordt ons spamtopic!'
    Zo is dit spamtopic onstaan. In de loop der dagen kwamen er meerdere spammers bij, sommige RPG'ers, andere spammers. Tot op de dag van vandaag spammen ze nog topic na topic vol.
    And they lived happily ever after...


    Dylan O'Brien • Thomas Brodie-Sangster • Cara Delevingne • Kaya Scodelario • Jennifer Lawrence • Leonardo DiCaprio • Scarlett Johansson • Shailene Woodley • Theo James • Ansel Elgort • Chris Evans • Stephen Amell • Michael Fassbender • Robert Downey Jr. • Chris Pratt • James McAvoy • Willa Holland • Francisco Lachowski • Daniel Radcliffe • Rupert Grint • Emma Watson • Josh Hutcherson • Liam Payne • Liam Hemsworth • JK Rowling • John Green • Suzanne Collins • Rick Riordan • James Dashner • Kierra Cass • Rainbow Rowell • Stephen Chborsky • Cameron Diaz • Leonie • Donald Sutherland • Lenny Kravitz • Philip Seymour Hoffman • Stanley Tucci • Toby Jones • Wes Bentley • Woody Harrelson • Willow Shields • Paula Malcomson • Jack Quaid • Leven Rambin • Alexander Ludwig • Isabelle Fuhrman • Jacqueline Emerson • Dayo Okeniyi • Amandla Stenberg • Sam Claflin • Jeffrey Wright • Jena Malone • Lynn Cohen • Julianne Moore • Natalie Dormer • Stef Dawson • Lily Collins • Ashley Benson • Shay Mitchell • Lucy Hale • Troian Bellisario • Keegan Allen • Ian Harding • Torrey DeVitto • Tyler Blackburn • Sasha Pieterse • Janel Parrish • Tammin Sursok • Lindsey Shaw • Drew Van Acker •

    • Wees aardig voor elkaar •
    • Laatste reactie krijgt het nieuwe topic •
    • Ship de ships en aanbid de aanbeden personen •
    • You May Join If You Want •
    • Username veranderingen graag doorgeven •
    • De huisregels van Quizlet gelden hier ook.


    [ bericht aangepast op 1 feb 2015 - 19:34 ]

    Welke Ship?


    “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

    Sobremesa schreef:
    DONE.


    Innocence

    A lake. Very big. I can’t even see where it ends.
    Mountains, everywhere around me.
    But most importantly, the trees. A forest, not just on the mountains but also on the ground.
    It’ s warm. Not too hot, not too cold. A breeze picks up, fiddling with my hair. I can see butterflies, flying around me looking innocent. Just like everything around me, including myself. Innocent, beautiful.
    Poor thing the blood will start flowing soon.
    I clamp the axe a little more tightly, and hoist up my backpack. It’s necessary, I keep telling myself. If you want to stay alive, this is your only option.
    One step. One step, then another. I watch my bare feet changing the flawless, sticky wet sand into a small footprint. My white dress is dirty and torn. The flower print isn’t recognizable anymore. That seems to count for me, too. Unrecognizable.
    The breeze is messing up my hair now, not just fiddling with it anymore. It actually annoys me a lot, although I don’t know why. My hair has always been important to me. It once was blonde and a little curly, whereas now it’s cut off irregularly and filled with leaves and branches. If I’d have a brush, I wouldn’t be able to get out the knots in it. It feels weird to worry about these kind of things while I am going to do something which is worth a lot more worrying. But I just can’t help it.
    Finally I reach the trees. Before I walk into the forest, I turn around and watch the beautiful landscape, trying to enjoy it. But I can’t. I just can’t. So I just turn my back to the beauty and enter the forest.
    Only a few steps into the forest and the world around me completely transforms. The sound of the wind rushing over water has completely disappeared, replaced by the sound of insects and the wind rushing through the leaves, making the forest alive. A few steps further, and the only thing I can see around me are the trees. The beauty of it overcomes me and I have to sit down. A little meadow isn’t that far away, so I get myself to walk over there before I literally let myself fall down, right onto the grass.

    Deep in the meadow, under the willow,

    And I’m just lying on the grass, watching the branches of the high trees above me, looking at the leaves that rustle in the wind.

    A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.

    The song my mother sang to me when I was young. This place reminds me so much of it. It’s exactly the place I imagined when my mom would softly sing to me.

    Lay down your head, and close your eyes.

    Without even thinking about it, I open my mouth and start singing. The melody is slow, very slow. The first sentence sounds a little rusty, as I haven’t talked for quite a long time now. The second one is better, and during the third sentence, it actually sounds nice. But the sudden presence of an adult man makes me shut my mouth before the fourth sentence starts.
    Is it him? I’m not sure. It could be. This area must be deserted, which is probably why he’s looking at me in such awe. At least, I think he’s looking at me, but his eyes itself seem to be looking at something close to me. Well, it can’t be something special as the only thing I took with me are the backpack and the axe, and –
    The axe. Where is it? I’ve got to have it. It’s my only defense, and if that guy is the one, I am gonna need it.
    Then I see it, not too far away from me. I must’ve flung it into a tree when I fell down. Without even thinking about it, I get up, sprint to the axe and defensively hold it in front of me. The guy must’ve been watching the axe, because his eyes haven’t moved but still he’s looking at me now.
    ‘Who are you?’ he asks me. I don’t respond, I just stand there with slightly shaking hands. His eyes travel from my face to the torn dress to the axe. But he isn’t scared. Not even in the slightest. And it annoys me. It isn’t very smart to annoy someone with an axe in her hand.
    I’m pretty sure he’s the one. He’s got to be the one. There’s probably no one else in this whole area. And otherwise I’ll just have to live with the fact I killed an innocent guy.
    With this thought in mind I lift my axe until it’s above my head. My eyes stay on his face. And there it is. It’s only a little bit and gone a second later, but I swear I saw fear flashing through his eyes.
    ‘Whoa, stop!’ he says, holding up his hands as if they’ll protect him against the axe.
    ‘You might hurt somebody, girl,’ he says. I really want to start applauding sarcastically and say something like ‘glad you figured it out’. But I don’t, because I’m scared and because the sarcastic me doesn’t exist in this place.
    ‘Who are you?’ the guy repeats.
    ‘My name isn’t going to tell you who I am,’ I say. Because I don’t want him to know my name and because it’s true.
    The guy’s eyebrows travel up, over his forehead into his hair. Which is a little too long, he should definitely cut it.
    ‘That’s true,’ he mutters. ‘Then what are you doing here?’
    I don’t respond. If he knows why I am here he’ll run away, and I don’t want that to happen because I’m not that fast of a runner.
    So we both just stand there, watching each other. My face is indifferent, while his’ changes emotion constantly. From surprised to scared to calm to angry to indifferent.
    ‘Okay, can you please just lay down that axe?’ he asks at some point. I lower it a little, but that’s all he gets. He considers it for a moment, and then starts talking.
    ‘Well, my name is Marc and I live here. Of course my name doesn’t explain who I am, but you’ll have to live with it. On the mountain is a cottage, that’s my house. It isn’t much, but it’s something.’
    After every sentence he says, he does another tiny step forward. His eyes rest on mine, and the corner of his mouth is twitching. As if he’s nervous.
    He’s only a meter away when it happens. He launches forward, hands outstretched, aiming at the axe. He knocks me over, but the axe is clenched in my fist. We both lay on the ground, and stand up as quickly as possible. It’s now or never. The axe is lifted and then I throw it, right into his chest.
    He lies still immediately. His body is twitching a little, but I can’t look at him. My knees tremble and I fall down, shaking.
    I killed someone.
    I actually robbed someone’s most prized and needed possession. Life.
    Tears appear, my hands are shaking and I curl up into a ball. What did I just do? What did I just do?
    I push my face into the grass, as if the fact that I can’t see anything changes what I did. It doesn’t. I killed someone. And there’s nothing I can do to make up for it.
    Even though I’d love to lay down like this forever, I turn around and make myself to lie on my back. And then to sit up straight against a tree trunk. My eyes are still closed, I don’t want to see the corpse. But I open them anyways.
    He’s gone.
    Is he a zombie or something? No, he can’t be. But… he isn’t there anymore. And as far as I know, corpses don’t walk.
    ‘You are going to regret doing that.’
    Or talk.
    Or hold axes.
    The guy – Marc – watches me from the tree line, his face indifferent.
    ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ He lifts the axe and throws it, and I know dive to my right, but it’s too late. The axe is in my chest already. And Marc just turns around and leaves me there, with the axe in my chest and life pouring out of me.
    I feel myself falling onto the grass, and I watch the sky above me. It’s a beautiful place to die. The meadow from in the song. And just before Death takes me away, I am able to sing the last sentence of the song.

    When again they open, the sun will rise.
    Holy fucking shit dat is goei spul Looneboon o.O


    I don't know if life is greater than death — but love was more than either

    Quivers schreef:
    (...) Holy fucking shit dat is goei spul Looneboon o.O

    Thankyou (:
    @Leo thaaanks ik had daar eerst geschreven 'but I know it's too late.' Maar dat vond ik niet cool (cat) dusja (:


    “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

    Sobremesa schreef:
    (...)
    Thankyou (:
    @Leo thaaanks ik had daar eerst geschreven 'but I know it's too late.' Maar dat vond ik niet cool (cat) dusja (:


    Haha


    take me back to the basics and the simple life

    Weet iemand een goede FC voor mijn nieuwe Hogwarts meisje bij Oxford?


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    Mangata schreef:
    Weet iemand een goede FC voor mijn nieuwe Hogwarts meisje bij Oxford?


    You gonna make another perso?


    take me back to the basics and the simple life

    Goya schreef:
    (...)

    You gonna make another perso?


    Yes. Maar weet jij iets?

    Ik ga haar de dochter van Teddy en Victoire laten zijn I guess

    [ bericht aangepast op 1 feb 2015 - 13:07 ]


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    Mangata schreef:
    (...)

    Yes. Maar weet jij iets?

    Ik ga haar de dochter van Teddy en Victoire laten zijn I guess


    Haha, ehm.. Idk. Cara Delevingne?


    take me back to the basics and the simple life

    Mangata schreef:
    Weet iemand een goede FC voor mijn nieuwe Hogwarts meisje bij Oxford?


    Wat voor soort iemand is ze?


    you don't love me the way that i love you // Heizer is nu Fagerman

    Mangata schreef:
    Weet iemand een goede FC voor mijn nieuwe Hogwarts meisje bij Oxford?


    Troian Bellisario of Ashley Benson of Shay Mitchel of Lucy Hale of Sasha Pieterse of Janel Parrish of Lily Collins of idk.


    “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

    Mangata schreef:
    (...)

    Yes. Maar weet jij iets?

    Ik ga haar de dochter van Teddy en Victoire laten zijn I guess

    OEH. Dat is zo awesome.


    “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

    Ilona, wat was jouw FC site ook al weer?


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    Guys. Waar moet ik nog posten? Ohja, Henk, Ik heb m'n post @Next Generation geschreven (:


    take me back to the basics and the simple life

    Wie wil het tweede hoofdstuk van de doorgeefstory schrijven?

    [ bericht aangepast op 1 feb 2015 - 13:36 ]


    you don't love me the way that i love you // Heizer is nu Fagerman

    Ferrars schreef:
    Wie wil het tweede hoofdstuk van de doorgeefstory schrijen?


    IK. heb je het eerste hoofdstuk dan al geschreven?


    take me back to the basics and the simple life

    Whatcha doin' ATM?


    #dealwithit (cool) NecklessOfHope --> Trohman