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snoop

Finally had it confirmed that my coward deadbeat sperm donor (because let’s face it- fathers don’t act like he has and does) used to hack my (and my brother’s) social media accounts with a snoop stick, track my keystrokes, and other incredible invasions of privacy. This occurred when I was a teen until he kicked me out- and probably after, until I got a new computer and changed everything I could.

it’s not like we were the ones that:

+looked at porn online (which my brother caught Dick doing)

+did drugs (Dick was addicted to opioids)

+stole money (Dick stole $10k from me and god knows how much from my brother, and borrowed $150k from his parents that was for drugs and bills and whatever else)

+kept a big ass dildo in our desks (he did.... I shudder to remember)

+did anything shady (multiple occasions of him doing so repeatedly and covered up over and over)

But we’re the ones he had to watch.

If you’re reading this, Dick... karma will catch up with you, and it won’t even be me or Travis pulling the strings. I think it’s already started, to be honest. Have fun burning in hell!

#so nice to have all my suspicions confirmed #you're gonna suck karma's dick and HARD

quixoticrobotic

as a child i thought constantly about an alternate reality where Remus killed Romulus and founded Reme and we all studied The Ancient Remens and the Remen Empire and the Greco-Remen Gods an people said “When in Reme…” and “Reme wasnt built in a day”

like i just though a lot about that but no one else ever brought it up

writing-prompt-s

There is a strange lottery that picks a random person on the planet every day. The prize is completely random, too, for you could win anything- five dollars, a divorce, a brand new car, or even instant death. But today, you just won the grand prize.

writing-prompt-s

A person is granted a special ability/power when they reach 18. They must submit the form to the government on the day after, otherwise you won’t receive it. You’ve barely made it to submit your form on the day after due to being drunk, but you soon realized you misspelled your power.

heavybucks

kellymagovern

seblester

Note to self.

okaymad

writing-prompt-s

You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

kittenwiskers

Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.

I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.

bi-est-witch-of-middleearth

WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER

gabbyzvolt25

Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.

in-my-mouth

mentamorphisis

“It’s a good day for a good day.” She tells me. Every day without exception. Even after the bad nights. Even when she is violet skin and a bruised heart. She’s the kind of girl that makes you believe in happy endings; in a softer universe. Did you know, that the sun first learned to rise in her mouth? She brings the brightest smile into every room. So noone ever asks if she’s okay. We think lifeguards have lungs made of steel; that the ocean never gets inside of them. But saviours know suffering best. She is more fallen star than human. And I wonder if anyone has ever said thank you. Not just for the light; Not just for the warmth; Because everyone thanks stars for shining; for granting wishes. But we forget to thank them for burning alone; for becoming both fuel and fireplace.

An ode to fallen stars like you by Ceres // dedicated to @duhitsvalery (Blog Poetry Series)