EvilLittleMidget

Ok, so I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I think that That 70's Show Fans should have a name. Like, Harry Potter fans are Potterheads, PewDiePie has his Bro Army. I think we need a retaliation strike... I think 70's Show Fans should be called Strike Force Wisconsin Recruits. (SFWR for short). If anyone asks about it, we'll just be like "We're part of an elite high school terrorist team. Strike force Wisconsin!" *cool karate move*. I mean, Jackie/Hyde shippers are Zennies, we need a name for all of us. Even those who don't ship anyone. ELMO OUT! *mic drop*

With violent delights come violent ends. ~ William Shakespeare Lillysinge hobbled to the camp, looking for Crowheart, she spotted Vulturesight at the far end of the camp, flirting with Poisonstep, Thornlash's mate. On the other side was Heronpaw, waiting out side the leader's den. Lillysinge skirted round the edge of the den, her eyes grew wide as she saw the limp bodies of Heronpaw's kits, saturated in now stale blood. Crowheart limped out of Citrusheart's den, and looked around. He spotted Lillysinge, his ears pricking hopefully, before lowering and shaking his head and walking in the opposite direction.  He's given up on me. Lillysinge

Story  ~ 'Hello Evans!" Said James cheerfully, and Lily turned to him, "What now, Potter?" She sighed. "Nothing much... Just wondering if you wanted to give me a kiss good luck for tomorrow's Quidditch match!" He smiled slyly.  How do you become an idiot by 13? Lily thought to herself. "No." "Why not, Lily?" He asked, following her as she walked down the hall. "Because, James, what good will a kiss do if your big head pulls you off the broom anyway?" She frowned, waspishly. She took a short cut through a portrait to her transfiguration classroom, and James followed her. The pair of them walked in silence, and occasionally, James snuck a