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    Worst class in school you've ever had?

    in Robot-Pirate Island

    Posted

    In school, I'd say 11th grade math because the teacher was just glaringly unhelpful/ineffective teaching the material. It got to the point where I had to switch out to avoid failing.

    In college, my bio 102 class last spring. The professor read straight off PowerPoint's, gave the test as a study guide and then just straight up disappeared 3 weeks before the final out of the blue.

    Allison's Corner o' Writing

    in SpongeBob's Library

    Posted

    Day 2!

    One Last Dance

    October 21st 2052, 5:40 PM:

    It's an unusually cold day at the University of California-Kindling. It's only the twenty first of October, but the high winds and cloudy skies gave the impression of a dreary February day in the East. Inside the campus, there's some chattering and activity in some clasrooms and study halls, but it has mostly died down to specific areas due to it already being past seven that evening. One of these areas is the Kinding ballroom, which resides on the highest floor of the furthest west building. It was getting around this campus that still managed to confuse Wendy Pines even still today.

    "Ok so I'm at west hall finally. Now, the archaeology hall is… No, not down there… Hmmmm…" Wendy, her long red hair now cut short to "cut the annoyance" as she put it, was lost at the campus… again. It didn't help that she was sore thumb of sorts in a long green and white dress that would've looked out of place at a wedding even, but even more so at this very moment.

    I'm doing so rough right now. She chastised herself.

    Meanwhile at the same time, in a different place…

    Dipper is sure his wife was coming. He figured she just had to be lost on the campus like the other times she'd visited, but it didn't make him any less uneasy right now. It was making him sweat right through his black and blue blazer as if it were a sweatshirt on a summer day.

    What if not coming is payback for all those lost hours I've given to this place? Dipper wondered to himself. Would she be that vengeful… even as I'm stepping down?

    A petite, chubby man interrupted Dipper's train of thought to ask for a book signature. Dipper, as he'd done millions of times over the years, obliged and signed.

    "Thank you professor Pines and congratulations on retirement!" The man said as he walked away.

    Hopefully it's a happy one… Dipper wondered to himself before the podium speaker interrupted his thoughts.

    "It's time to begin the retirement ceremonies for our very own, professor Dipper Pines!" The speaker said, forcing Dipper to stand up and wave happily looking, despite being anything but so.

    Please come honey…

    Meanwhile with Wendy…

    Wendy knew she was late, and felt incredibly bad. She was trying to find the right room, but it all seemed like such a labyrinth to her. Just when it seemed like the right room, she realized it was the wrong department, like when she entered the lavender and gray room in floor 3, or the one where she interrupted a business management class in session on the 4th floor. She felt so lost and didn't know if it would all be over by the time she showed up. She was saddened at what she felt was her fault.

    Meanwhile at Dipper's POV…

    It had been already twenty minutes and Dipper was agonizing that she still wasn't there. The guilt and fear was growing with each moment. He'd been so out of tune that he totally forgot that there was an intermission between all the talks about his career at the university.

    "Professor Pines are you ok?" The man who had spoke most of the evening thus far asked him. He was an undistinguished looking man with a small goatee and a spectacle, Dipper couldn't even remember his name right now.

    "Yes sir, just waiting for som-" Dipper said before he noticed the door opened for the first time since the speaking had started. It made a distinctive creek whenever it opened that no one could forget. And emerging from it was-

    "WENDY!" Dipper exalted as she walked through the doorway. "Oh Wendy, I was afraid you weren't coming?"

    "Why would you think that?" She asked slightly perplexed.

    "Well I do miss a lot of time because of these things and my books…" Dipper admitted sheepishly.

    "Well sometimes sacrifices are made, and I've already done that for like thirty years if you count when we first met. Some book you write ain't gonna change that!" She said as she smooched him on the cheek.

    The DJ then played a "personal request of the retiring," the only song he truly wanted to hear that night. Everyone was a little perplexed when…

    "Tears Over Fears? The 80s so many years later?" the keynote speaker asked aloud.

    "Oh my God, Head Over Heels!" Wendy remarked! "Our song! Good thing I'm still such for you!" as they made out while they continued to kiss, as the rest of the room sang along with the La La La refrain.

    *Note: Head over Heels ain't mine, that's Tears for Fears' brilliance"

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    Allison's Corner o' Writing

    in SpongeBob's Library

    Posted

    So as none of you some of you might know from the world of tumblr or my ask, it's Wendip week this week! Which means I'm writing a story for it each day (or will die trying at the very least) so I may as well share them on here. Can't perfectly guarantee I'll do all 7 on time, but I'll do my damndest best effort. Anyhow, here's the first story (prompt is Codes):

    A Coded Reminder

    The circular shaped note had confused Dipper greatly. It appeared in his coffee cup before he was able to fill it and it was cryptic in wording:

    “Come to the donut shaped hole in your behind.” It read. What did the perplexing message mean he wondered as he drank a morning cup of coffee. A few moments later, he heard footsteps.

    “Morning honey.” The woman who appeared said to Dipper.

    “Good morning Wendy honey..” Dipper said as he got up to put his cup away. He heard her giggle as he did so.

    “Something funny?” Dipper asked in response.

    “There's a sticky note your butt dude.” She said as her muted giggling devolved into straight up laughter.

    A slightly embarrassed Dipper just pulled the small little note off his donut butt without a word.

    “I reside in your sanctuary? What in the world is that?” Dipper said.

    “Well you have your own office that only you enter and only you enjoy, sort of like a sanctuary.” Wendy suggested.

    “Hmmm, well I do have my office that only I-” Dipper began before Wendy stopped him.

    “Oh no don't you do that thing where you take my idea!” Wendy said mockingly mad.

    “Don't you worry, I'll give you something back in full later tonight.” Dipper said with a wink. “Anyways here's the next note: Come to our large arms where the bark is loud.”

    “I'm going to go out on a limb and say… That this is in a dog park.” Dipper said, quickly regretting it.

    “I'm gonna take a guess that Annabelle means that humongous tree in our yard.” Wendy suggested.

    “Right…” Dipper said.

    They then went outside to the large, humongous tree in their backyard. It was an oak tree with orange leaves, visible bark and several long branches. And at the very top, the two saw a faint silhouette, waving at them.

    “Well that's our flesh and blood alright.” Wendy said. Let's get climbin’!”

    “Wendy that's a large cl-” Dipper was interrupted as Wendy grabbed and carried Dipper up the tree forcefully. At the top, a sweaty breathless dipper found another sticky note: “Come on and down and find your reward.” was all it read.

    “Alright so how are we going to get do-” Dipper began before Wendy nearly threw him down. “Could we try a less thrilling method?”

    “Fine, we'll just climb down.” Wendy said. As she began to climb, Dipper jumped on top of her hat, causing her to lose her grip and they began to free fall down the tree anyways.

    “You know you're not like a midget anymore right?” She joked as they continued to fall.

    “Yeah, our daughter took that title.” Dipper smiled back. They then began to kiss as they continued to fall, not aware they were close to hitting the ground hard.

    Thankfully there was a soft mattress there to catch their fall, as if she knew what was coming.

    “Oh my gosh you're kissing!” Annabelle exalted before interrupting it to make it a group hug.

    “Say where's our reward?” The parents asked.

    “Errr…. Happiness and love are the best reward?” Annabelle said with a smirk.

    The two just laughed back. “I can buy into that.” Wendy said as she made out with her husband yet again, and it was a great day for the young Pines family.

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    SBC's Top 50 Best Episodes Ever 2016 Edition!

    in SpongeBob Episodes

    Posted

    4 minutes ago, More said:

    Well if you're not a Spandy shipper, then why the heck would you send me you commentary from last year's list?

    Well I mean other then the first sentence, the majority of his commentary still stands. It's not like he wrote a giant love letter to the ship or something.

    As for the rest of the list, looking solid so far although I personally feel WYW is a bit high.

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    Allison's Corner o' Writing

    in SpongeBob's Library

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    Polaroids

    The pitch black ballroom room and it's creepy atmospheric feel didn't exactly scream "Senior Prom" to most, the seniors themselves included. A halloween theme in the middle of June? For most people, this idea would be incredibly random and bizarre. But it's just a normal one for…

    "Mabeltastic!" Mabel Pines said emphatically. "This prom is gonna be Mabeltastic!" Her brother, Dipper Pines, could only sigh back.

    "Mabel, I still don't get how you managed to convince the planning committee to make the prom a Summerween theme." Dipper said in a confused tone. Mabel just laughed in response.

    "Brother, I AM the planning committee!" She replied emphatically. "What I say is what goes!"

    "I kinda hoped Summerween would convince Wendy to come, but…" Dipper said trailing off.

    "Hey it's ok." Mabel said. "It was always a longshot since the age issue."

    "But I'm eighteen now, and even if she's twenty-one, I didn't think it would be that big of an issue…" Dipper said before once again trailing off.

    "SAY CHEESE!" Mabel yelled, but not enough time to allow him to anticipate the massive flash of her camera.

    "Mabel, does it have to be that bright!?" Dipper asked in an annoyed tone.

    "Sorry, I just have it super bright so that it takes the pictures in this creepy black and white style!" Mabel said excitedly. "I think they're called pollarines?"

    "I think you mean Polaroids." Dipper corrected her as Mabel showed him the picture of Dipper hissing back in fear.

    "You look really funny in this one, Dip!" Mabel said, but only saw her brother off into his own thoughts. "Hey, you never know what's going to happen during Senior Prom!"

    "What, like Wendy showing up even though she said no?" Dipper asked mockingly. "Well ok she said maybe and then said she had work, but my point stands!"

    "Hey, this is the night where dreams come true Dipper! If not Wendy, then someone else will fulfill your desires!" Mabel said happily.

    "Where'd you read that one, on the back of a gum wrapper?" Dipper asked sarcastically.

    "Hey, are you eating my gum?" Mabel asked sillily.

    Their banter was interrupted by Mabel's phone timer going off, telling her it was time get the party going. The crowd still seemed disinterested in the whole thing but the little bundle of energy was gonna do all she could to pull them into it.

    "Ok everyone! Welcome to Lay's Southwest High School Senior Prom! I hope you all are as excited as am I for this!" She practically screamed through the microphone.

    The room was filled with a silence so looming one could hear a feather hit the ground.

    "Bring on the DJ!" Yelled one kid. "BRING ON THE SOUNDS!" Everyone then started chattering restlessly.

    "The DJ is running a bit late, so I'll incorporate some of my silly magic into this!" Mabel began. "Lights!"

    As she said this, she gestured her hands down her shoulders to below her waist. Simultaneously, the lights dimmed to the point where one could barely see their own hands in front of them. The chattering went silent as this occurred. Then emerging from the ground was a giant looking bonfire!

    "Camp fire confessions time!" Mabel said squealing. The booing and chattering returned just as quickly but with even more force than before. From the back, Dipper snarled at them.

    "What did any of those kids do to plan this?" Dipper complained to himself. "Mabel put her heart into this and their just tearing her apart!" As he said that a tomato flew into the room just barely missing Dipper.

    "Man these kids are such punks." Said a familiar voice.

    "You got that ri-righ-" Dipper began sweating as he realized who that was. "WENDY!" Dipper instinctively hugged her, which looked far more normal as his head now was up to her chest. "Did you come to dance?"

    "Well ummm…" Wendy began awkwardly before Mabel leapt into the room to escape the terror outside.

    "WHERE IS DJ JAMZ!?" She said in a rather petrified tone of voice.

    "Here dude!" Wendy said.

    "Oh wow Dipper. Wendy is DJ Jamz, our High School Prom DJ! What an amazing coincidence!" Mabel said with a rather unconvincing wink.

    "Mabel you planned everything…" Dipper said.

    Meanwhile the clamors for the DJ were growing with each second, so Wendy went in to save the day, and that she the theme still wasn't a huge hit, none of the kids were dissatisfied with being able to dance. Well, there was one person still dissatisfied…

    "Even now with everything a success I'm still alone tonight." Dipper moped to himself from the school rooftop.

    "Yeah loneliness really sucks dude." Wendy said after she had come up without a word. It took Dipper a second to realize this.

    "Oh hey Wendy. Aren't you supposed to be running the DJ station?" Dipper asked.

    "Yeah but some kid took over the station." Wendy said with a shrug. "So I took that as my cue to get out of that madhouse."

    "I didn't even know you were a DJ. I guess it's kind of funny how coincidence and fate managed to bring you here in the end isn't it?" Dipper said with an awkward laugh.

    "Not coincidental at all dude. Once I knew you wanted me to come, I changed my entire schedule around so I could come as a surprise dude!" she said with a proper wink.

    Dipper was speechless. Wendy then pulled out a boombox and it began playing "(Everything I do) I do it for you"

    "Care for a dance, Dip?" She asked as Dipper took her hand and they began to slow dance to the song, beautifully. As the song reached it's end, Dipper finally reached in for the kiss he always wanted…

    *FLASH*

    "MABEL!" Dipper yelled.

    "Hey don't worry it was a good picture!" Mabel said as she handed it to her brother. It was a actually a really nice picture of right before the flash blinded their eyes. "I guess so." Dipper said. "Just use a less bright camera next time is all!"

    Later that night…

    Dipper finally got the picture to fit in the frame after quite a few tries, and it didn't feel like 3 am at all. But as he finished framing the memory of a lifetime, he collapsed on his bed."Best. Night. Ever." He said as he drifted asleep.

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