Absolute Madmen and Certified Ledges Masterpost. Feel free to add your own pariahs.
Is this the only thing going on in England?
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Absolute Madmen and Certified Ledges Masterpost. Feel free to add your own pariahs.
Is this the only thing going on in England?
What do you do after a tragedy? How do you move on, trust time enough to heal you? The day after. You pick up the debris. You count the bodies. Take in the mess, take in the disaster. Grieve for all that was lost, grieve for all that will never be. Pick yourself up off the ground when you feel as if you will never move again. Sweep the floor even though the walls aren’t there because if you’re moving you’re alive. Take a breath even when you don’t want to. If not for yourself, for those who can’t anymore. Stand in the waves but don’t let the ocean take you. Clinging to the edge of the cliff with only your fingertips because it makes you feel alive isn’t going to bring back what you lost. It won’t rebuild your shattered heart. It can’t fix something deep inside you. You have to bring it back up from scratch. Raise a whole kingdom from the ground, because no one else will do it for you. Rebuild your life, your empire, from sticks and stones and brick and mud and uncertainty and fear and anger and sorrow and hope and wonder and love. Let it teeter in the wind; let it sink into the earth. Rebuild again and again and again. Cry for it when it gets ripped away. Smile when you see it grow. Live for love. Live for all the feelings that will never get washed away; live for all the feelings that did. Live to see the sun rise, live to feel your heart beat, live for the sake of being able to say “I’m alive”.
You made it.
The year is 2022. You and your gang shoot down Amazon delivery drones and sell their contents for a living.
This isn’t fiction. This is going to be my career. @writing-prompt-s wanna start a gang?
I am down. What’s our gang name?
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My hand slipped
I promise I will look after each and every member and that we split the loot evenly
im doing my bestpacito in this life
Hello doing my bestpacito in this life, I’m Dad!
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Lazy Town’s antagonist is legitimately more beloved than the protagonist
Couples receive “parent points”, which they can use to purchase their children. Most parents wait for a few thousand, but you chose to buy the cheaper, 100 point child.
Shane knows what it’s like to be a 100 point child. He knows how it feels to see potential parents–potential families–come through the facilities doors, faces bright with excitement. He knows how it feels to see them reading the little plaques on the nursery doors, scanning the lists there for the right bits of knowledge and etiquette and grace that they want their baby to have.
He knows how it feels to see their faces pinch outside the window before they hurry to the next room.
Shane grew up in a 100 point nursery. They had torn, ratty, books and no teachers, and when snack time came, the tray was pushed through a slat in the door. They were called “unruly” and “damaged” and “stupid.” A lot of the other kids threw tantrums and broke furniture (and sometimes other kids). A lot of the other kids went quiet after the first few years when they realized they’d never be adopted until they were old enough (or pretty enough) to be useful. A lot of the kids cried and didn’t stop until they got taken away or were aged out.
Shane’s grown up a lot since aging out. He put himself through school, got himself a job, shed his 100 points like the torn clothes he’d left the facility in. He’s powerful now, successful, and he’s grown out of the twisted nose, big ears, and gap-toothed smile that had made him one of the less attractive 100 point babies. Or maybe he’s grown into them. Who’s to say?
It’s taken him a long time to get enough Parent Points to do what he wants. Being a man is, for once, somewhat hindering as most of society equates “parental” with “maternal.” He’s lost count of how many social workers have politely hid expressions of surprise when he told them he wanted to adopt stag, that he’s willing to take the classes, get the grades, make the oaths to get even one Parent Point.
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shane loves all his 100 point children more than anything else in the world
I legitimately just started crying. So beautiful, thank you for sharing this!!!!
Thank you for writing this story @caffeinewitchcraft, and thank you @cockglitch for the art. I love it!
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is saying “horses” when you pass a field of horses a midwesterner thing or a whole ass national thing bc ive never been in a car when we passed a field and somebody has to just say Horses in a monotone voice and we all look and nodd and keep drivin
every human on earth in unison: horses
this is complete “cows” erasure
Beep beep. He’s here.
Who’s he?
We told you. He’s here.
do you ever just
make a friend and think
I am so glad this friend is mine
Hello so glad this friend is mine, I’m Dad!
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this is the best thing I’ve ever seen on twitter
I literally just realized why Peter lost his shit when he found out Gamora was dead.
That’s what Peter’s dad said about putting cancer into his mom’s brain. That’s why he immediately said “no you didnt” when Thanos said he “had to” kill Gamora.
Both of the only women he ever loved were killed by men that supposedly loved them because they decided they had no other choice.
Date: hey let's slow dance
Me: does the Macarena at 1/4 speed
when you see a phone screenshot and they at 2 percent like is this really what u should be focusing on
one of my favorite threats is “youre not invited to my birthday party anymore”.
from ages 4 to 11 its one of the most heinous things you can say, then 12 through 17 its just embarassing cuz teenz think that thats a childish thing to say, but from 18 onward, it only gets more and more effective, if only because it confuses the person youre speaking to.
its like a verbal smoke bomb. it catches them off guard and disorients them to the point that they might not even know how to react.
Now you’ve thrown them off their rhythm
Somewhere out there is the worlds strongest sheep and no one knows which sheep it is