pansexual-peep, idk

[jayisajerk]

What was your opinion on mels hair when it looked like she had barneys pubes on her head

Considering the fact that I dyed it I’m v proud of myself. And she looked funny af.

[pansexual-peep]

Thank you for your answer and ood agreed

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[pansexual-peep]

My mom keeps blaming everything on my age and like can you just shut the fuck up and understand I'm a traumatized anxiety depression and social anxiety filled person and take that into consideration when I have a panic attack and lock myself inside of my room

[pansexual-peep]

Oofty

So my phone has been taken away, my sister's phone too. So I got an old phone that had play store deleted and Google and chrome but the fucktards I call parents didn't realize I can go through my email to get into Tumblr which is about it but I'm just so glad. Mom banned me from sleepovers and having an "actual" phone. And I'm pretty sure that her and my step dad are fucking even though they aren't together and they are just total shit bags I told my therapist and she took my mom's side but took in my point of view because even though I'm angry as fuck the anger is secondary and it's mostly concern because he has hurt her. He also kicked time for and I told him if he did anymore of that stuff then I would hurt him in the same way until he vomited from pain. I really miss all my close friends and kk, I just wish I could talk to them, I would kill to see them. And my mom keeps threatening to admit me into a hospital for my mental health as if crying in a corner isn't normal, I just got back "music rights". It's way better than only listening to mom's dumb ass country and dad's electric music and trap shit, it makes me want to open the car door while going down a highway and jump out. And currently I just wish that I could talk to Jay just like we used to at 2 in the morning until sunrise, I would kill just to hear their voice even if they were saying how much they hate me, or Melissa's voice saying that she was done being my friend for real this time, and it's strange how you can remember a face and everything about a person but as you imagine them talking it's like you've never heard their voice before. I also have state competition Monday through Friday and then my cousin will be down, she's the fucking boppest she is also the first person on that side of the family to know I'm gay and I told her mom to and she said something that made my radar go from silence to *BEEP BEEP SCREECH*. anyways sorry for the venting and I'm sorry if I come across wrong I just needed to get all that shit off my chest.

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[metradell-vyorei-deactivated202]

YO WRITERS

Stop what you’re doing right now and go write 3 sentences of your story.

Every time you see this, write 3 lines.

Reblog so other writers will do the same, let’s finish these damn stories.

[gnarf]

Thanks suzi @erin-riwen 🙄

Here, suffer with me all the writers on my blog.

[poljupci]

It’s not in the crowd.

Or while arguing.

It’s soft and warm.

And they are cuddling.

And Harry’s voice is soft as he places feather-like kisses along Draco’s cheek:

“Tell me something i dont know about you yet…”

And Draco snorts for a moment because what could there be that they dont know about each other yet? And then he looks at Harry, his eyes sparkling, their thoughts blurry.

“I am ridiculously afraid of the dark,” the blond whispers, a playful smile lingering on the his lips.

And Harry laughs and kisses him quickly.

Because he never would’ve guessed

And they spend whole day skipping classes and whispering and giggling and gazzing at each other because damn… there is so much more that they have to to discover.

And Harry feels the lights that are warm around his heart and he knows that nothing could compare to that moment; not the laughter, not the bickering, not the sleeping, not the sex, not crying, not the cuddling - nothing.

Because discovering every single tiny fracture of Draco’s soul is the only thing that he is willing to keep living for.

[seasnailglass]

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL😭😭😭❤️❤️

[writing-prompt-s]

You wrote a novel about a demon falling in love with a human. Then, you summon a demon in order to get “real” feedback and constructive criticism. To your surprise, the demon laughs at your work.

[screamingatanemptyroom]

You told me from the start that you couldn’t love.

But still my heart yearned for some response.

My hand reached out in the dark, hoping to touch you.

But only emptiness was there to meet it.

I danced around the fiery pentagram, chanting in Latin while dripping blood from a small cut on my finger into the center of the drawing made of grave dirt and bone, all the while keeping an eye out on the clock on the mantel.

I only had 15 minutes before my casserole was done.

Finishing the chant with the ease of years of practice, I leaned back to avoid the plume of Hellfire that spewed from the portal that opened up. Changing out of my ceremonial robes, I got back into my comfy pajamas and checked on my casserole while the new arrival was settling in.

She stood about eight feet tall, her head brushing the light fixture on the ceiling in my living room. Her four arms ended in long claws that dripped venom, making me glad that I thought to put a stain resistant rubber mat underneath the summoning circle. Her eyes burned with the flames of Hell, the fire that continuously lived within her, the source of her power. She grinned at me when I walked in with a bowl of my freshly made casserole, showing rows upon rows of pointed teeth.

“Hey Kara, is there any casserole left for me?”

I waved with my spoon before sitting down to dig into my meal.

“Hey Baph, help yourself, it’s in the kitchen. I couldn’t remember whether or not Satan still had you on the meat ban so left side is vegetarian.”

“Nah he forgot all about that six months ago.”

“Probably shouldn’t scare the tourists by pretending to be him next time though.”

Baphotera, the sixth highest lieutenant in Hell, sat down across from me, laughing as she began to eat the casserole as well.

“Yeah, but it was too funny showing up at a Satanist meeting and telling them to “Go out and do good deeds.” She shook her head. “They were so confused!”

“Yeah, and Satan was pissed.”

“Ugh, I had to be a vegetarian for a year, don’t remind me.” She chewed the pasta with obvious relish. “Either way, Kara, I’m sure you didn’t summon me to help you eat your dinner, much as I appreciate the home-cooked meal. What’s going on?”

I stared down at my bowl, a little unsure of how to begin. “So… your brother may be a little pissed at me come tomorrow.”

“Valaac?” She cocked her head to the side, confused. “What did you do to piss him off?”

“Well… remember when we stopped talking last year?” She nodded to my question, obviously still confused. “I was really mad… and kind of drunk… and I maybe just sorta…” I paused and spoke out the rest in a quiet rush. “Wrote a book using him as the main character.”

Baph laughed loudly, one of her hands slapping her knee. “Okay, that sounds pretty funny, but why…”

“I finished it in the same night, and submitted it to my best friend Alice who’s in publishing. She thought it was hilarious that I drunk emailed her a book manuscript, and got the whole dang thing published and only told me today.”

“That’s… weird… but why would…”

“Look at it.” I handed it over to her, shuddering at the picture of a handsome, passionate looking young man with computer drawn devil horns added on that graced the cover. Baph glanced at the picture on the front with a chuckle, and then read the back cover, her green face turning more and more blue and she did.

“This… is a crappy teen romance novel.”

“Yep.”

“You made him into an intense brooding romance lead paired with the most Mary Sue female lead ever.”

My head ducked down. “Yep.”

“You used his real name?!!!”

“Umm… only the first half. They can’t forcibly summon him without the second half.”

“But he’ll still hear it when they try.  There’s going to be so many teenage girls trying to summon him once they read this… it will drive him insane!”

I scraped the bottom of my bowl with my spoon, but it was empty. “I realize that. It was the point of writing it… I think. I was really, REALLY drunk when I wrote this.”

Baph finally broke. She laughed, so hard that she fell out of her chair and rolled around on the floor. I let her go on, having time to do the dishes and put away the leftovers before she finally calmed down.

Keep reading

[quillandinkwell]

OHMYGODS I love this so much

[writing-prompt-s]

Beautiful

[felren13]

just read it okay? just read it.

[writing-prompt-s]

I pity the people who left Tumblr for now they are missing out on great content like this. Thank you @screamingatanemptyroom for writing this story!

[writing-prompt-s]

You have washed up all alone on the shore of a tropical island after a shipwreck. The only tool at your disposal, is a massive box of lego.

[applehazelnut-deactivated202109]

The box is 4 miles long, 3 miles width, and 5 miles tall. It shows up on satellite.

[angelofsassguard]

Alexa play Ed Sheeran Lego house, let’s get to building

[writing-prompt-s]

You have washed up all alone on the shore of a tropical island after a shipwreck. The only tool at your disposal, is a massive box of lego.

[applehazelnut-deactivated202109]

The box is 4 miles long, 3 miles width, and 5 miles tall. It shows up on satellite.

[angelofsassguard]

Alexa play Ed Sheeran Lego house, let’s get to building

[writing-prompt-s]

You are a thief, and a pretty darn good one at that! also, you were just recently turned into a vampire, and personally you love it. You’ll go down in history as the first ever vampire thief! It’s only when you find yourself outside your next heist location do you realize there are no such tales already, you can’t enter without an invitation.

[writing-prompt-s]

You are amazing at everything. Literally everything. Ever since birth, you’ve found that every task you’ve come across comes as naturally to you as breathing. People fall for you left and right, even when it’s a little unrequited. You always get what you want, and everything is so effortless to you. Your name is Mary Sue, and you are bored.

[writing-prompt-s]

So… You wanna explore the Universe.

If you are reading this guide, then you and any potential peers want to leave the comfort and security of your warm mother star and expand into the cold, dark, and unforgivable void. A mistake, really, but I am not here to stop you; I am here to lay out some basic rules that you puny mortals must abide by.

Don’t ask questions you are not prepared to know the answer to.

There’s always bigger.

Never cross the Elder Gods.

Always remember rule 1.

Fusion based energy is your best friend. If you are still using fossil fuels then your species sucks. Period.

Speaking of fossil fuels, chemical based rockets suck. Try using space bending warp drives or quantum bridges. Light speed sucks, too.

It’s not a bad idea for your species to be genocidal xenophobic maniacs to everything but yourselves. Just make sure you have the firepower to back it up.

I highly recommend total unity within your species. If you are too busy fighting amongst yourselves, what are you going to do when Needledorp arrives?

Fear Needledorp.

Always remember rule 9.

If you find a desolate, rocky planet with the only inhabitant named “Frank”, avoid that planet at all costs. I don’t care if it’s rich in resources, just avoid it.

Some black holes are alive. They are aggressive. Do not pet the black holes.

It’s just like that, sometimes.

Make sure nothing is following you.

If you have an individual with psychic powers, expect them to go insane once they leave the confines of your mother star. Lock them up in a closet with a few markers and check up on them every once in a while. If they star my screaming about an entity named “Carol”, shoot them out the airlock. They will be the distraction.

Remember rule 1.

You are immortal until proven otherwise.

Any extraterrestrial rocks may have anomalous properties. Proceed with caution, or you may get space zombies or something.

Remember rule 13.

Make sure nothing is following you.

Violence may be an answer to a dispute with an extraterrestrial entity. Copulation is a last resort (control your thirst).

If bullets don’t work, punches will.

Remember rule 17.

Your objective: survive.

Babies are not food, they are weapons.

There are cheat codes.

Don’t ask about the cheat codes. Remember rule 1.

If the void is staring at you. Make it uncomfortable.

Avoid Frank. The anomalous one.

Remember rules 1, 2, and 3.

[writing-prompt-s]

One day, walking home from work, you are kidnapped by stylish criminals. Upon being deposited in a room with about sixty others from all over the world, varying in race and gender but below thirty or so, the criminals mutter about how your father will *have* to listen now. You never knew your father. Confused, you ask one of the others in the room what they mean. She replies, “oh yeah, we’re your siblings.” All of them, you ask? “Yep. Dad was a bit of a slut.” All you know of your father is his name, dropped to your mother after a one-night stand: Bond. James Bond.

[anthonybrxdgerton]

Turns out it was a lie. There was never a man called Bond. James Bond. His real name was Zeus.

[writing-prompt-s]

Your local Denny’s is a hotspot for the mysterious things of all existence. Cryptids manifest, realities warp, and unfathomable, unexplainable phenomena occur on the property. Describe your time working there.

[writing-prompt-s]

The son of Life and the daughter of Death fall in love. Describe their relationship and the effects that they have on each other based on their heritage.