#46419

[leomacgivena]

「オタクが気持ち悪くなくなった」ではなく「面と向かって罵倒することは良くない事だとする時代になった」であって、オタクは依然変わらずめちゃくちゃ気持ち悪いよ

XユーザーのS-N曲線さん

[loverslanetm]

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“You’d be suprised how much anger one person can push down.” She added with a soft sigh. The gaze that was glued to the table then raised back up to look at the other. “But i guess at some point the firestorm of rage is gonna come out , right?”

[danieltorrance]

Starter for @4-6-4-1-9​

                                 His eyes or more so his right eye opens upon scenery that is both unfamiliar to him and yet all too reminiscent of other similar rooms he’s been in. A prison cell. His memory is hazy, but he knows in time it will come back whether he wants it to or not. God does he not want it to.

        Head pounding and body aching he moves slowly. Gathering his wits and not wanting to vomit. As he sits up he finds he’s not alone in this cell.                       Great. Just what he doesn’t need. Somebody to ask all the usual questions that he hates answering. Sighing he runs a knuckle bruised hand through his hair. 

            “I don’t suppose you have any Fioricet on you?” He’s not sure if his stale attempt at humor will read, but in his current state he can’t really bring himself to care.

[deadboid]

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THWACK!!  A  sound  that  is  all  too  familiar  to  Tommy  --  like  music  to  his  ears.  That  was  the  sound  of  his  wooden  baseball  bat  connecting  to  his  scarecrow,  Harold’s  face.  The  sack  slumps  only  slightly,  despite  taking  such  a  hit.  Tommy  had  been  going  at  this  for  quite  some  time  now,  huffing  and  puffing.  But  now  he  looks  to  the  other  boy.

“  I  hate  that  thing  --  he’s  so  fucking  ugly. “

Which  was  true,  Harold  was  very  ugly.

“  Hand  me  my  cigarettes,  they’re  in  my  jacket. “

He  vaguely  waves  towards  the  yellow  and  green  letterman  that  was  carelessly  tossed  on  the  ground.

“  Get  me  a  beer,  too. “

[c0kehead]

@4-6-4-1-9​

Tate never thought much of Tommy Williams . He was simply another incorrigible spirit that lingered around the old mansion . He was very much like the woman who stayed downstairs with her burnt up children , or the lady in the polka - dot dress who would sometimes manifest in the kitchen , asking what flavored pie Tate would like for her to bake . He would answer her question and she would coo , but nothing more . They all simply existed around one another .

But one night , Tate was feeling a particularly suffocating shroud of loneliness . Old playing cars were shuffled and shuffled again between his bony fingers as he stepped up behind the other ghostly resident . He reached out , and gently tapped Tommy upon one of the shoulders to get his attention .  “ Hey ,”  he greeted quietly , then had to clear his throat .  “ Any chance that you want to play a game with me ??”  He indicated to his deck with a little wiggle of his hand .  “ You can even pick it . I know them all .”

[shiningtozier-archive]

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The corner of her lips twitch upward as she’s trying to fight

a smile from spreading over her face. Admittedly, Lux loves

a good fright for fun’s sake every now and then, but she’s not

sure she wants to let him know that he won whatever imaginary

contest they’re participating in.

“Ugh, shut up. I damn near jumped outta my own skin, you ass.

You owe me a Coke slushie for that one, pal. What if I’d punched

you?”

[litttlebeast]

children of the waters meme | accepting

@4-6-4-1-9​ said :just be more careful this time.

aurora had been a curious bundle of energy ever since she’d learned to walk and it often got her into scrapes. such as almost colliding into a man today because she’d been in a hurry and not paying enough attention to where she was going. 

“i will,” she agreed with a nod of her hair, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to go too fast.” her expression changed to one of concern then. “did i hurt you?” 

[plenkov]

“Did you really call the police?”

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  ❝ I DON’T - I DON’T KNOW -  I’m not sure.”   had he call the cops? Had he? Adam tried to remember but his memory was shot. The last thing he recalled was– had it happen again? Had one of the others call the police?  But if they had, WHY?  Downcast eyes, urging himself to remember. Come on, Bug. Dread sank at the pit of his stomach and crawled up his throat, suddenly feeling nauseous. No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

          ‘You KNOW how it could be, Bug.’  Alex spoke to him, and only him. Adam’s lips pressed themselves shut, nervous gaze lifting to where the young man before him, trying to make sure HE hadn’t heard Alex too. That the words hadn’t come out of his mouth. “I’m– I’m sorry.”  Adam said, brokenly. Blue eyes avoiding direct contact with him. Hiding what he’d just heard his late friend say.  “I don’t think I’m feeling very well.”