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tw: theft, body horror, facial disfigurement

Hee hoo I got your nose!🫰👃

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Halloween is so utterly distinct from every other holiday because it’s literally just about being weird and spooky and having fun. There’s horror movies on tv constantly and the stores are packed with decorations of spiderwebs and fake blood and you can dress as some rotting blood-splattered ghoul and that will be seen as awesome. Baking shows feature challenges where you compete to make the most disturbing and terrifying creations possible. Even commercials and ads often feature horror tropes and monsters. You can celebrate however you want, too; there’s no requirement for family gatherings or specific foods you have to eat or a certain way you’re expected to feel. The world just becomes a little strange and creepy for a month and then goes back to Family-Friendly Happy Times. It’s like Socially Mandated Goth Month and it makes me feel at home

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im reading about cowboy phrases and sayings and like 95% of them are just solid life advice

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Found this one that checks all the boxes on r/boomerhumor.

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Get your ASS back to fanfiction.net and update the Not Your Average Vampire Story fanfic

I come back to it every few months and re-read it I LOVE it so much

OH GOSH LMAO that was not what i expected when i saw i had something in my inbox LMAO.

not even gonna lie i think by now i might have abandoned NYAVS but!!!! on ao3 i've been trying to get back into a Reader/Akatsuki fic i'm writing called Dead Until Dawn.

same concept: Akatsuki are supernaturals. but they aren't all vampires in that one :3c and Reader is working at a club/bar that they own. i need to get my butt back to writing it 100%

i'm screamin tho that ppl still like to read NYAVS. i read through it a couple years back and tbh? it holds up pretty well! i wouldn't mind eventually going back and rewriting the chapters and actually giving the story some plot and whatnot, but i have like three fics that i'm trying to work on rn (including Dead Until Dawn) plus a oneshot that i've been trying to write for over a year oopsie poopsie~

if you ever wanna scream at me about this stuff feel free to add my discord! i have a server that i talk to my friends in about fic, too.

my discord is also Ailarii :3c come scream at me if u wanna

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as we know the higher up you are the closer you are to god. this means when clouds form in the sky they actually develop sentience and immediately start cannibalising each other to get more divine power. when a cloud is strong enough it does gain psychoelectric abilities but it also gets too heavy and begins to die, blaming the ground for ripping it from the heavens and attacking with its thunder on the way down. nevertheless its pieces descend like whale fall spreading the last of its divine light into the earth

anyway the build up of that divine light is why there's trees and animals and stuff down here

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i don’t paint often, but when i do

it’s world unicorns

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Bully!Shigaraki X Reader

So thanks to my bestie i have started coming up with an idea for a Shigaraki/Reader Quirkless!AU Yandere darkfic and i wanted to see if anyone on here wanted to perhaps give some feedback/tell me your thoughts on it

TW: Stalking, Abuse, Bully!Shigaraki,

Y/n has moved back to her hometown and is living with her brother after a terrible breakup with a guy who is five hundred different Red Flags. You get a job at a local convenience store and work the graveyard shift because you just need something to make you money to get back on your feet.

Around 4/5am one morning a man comes in that you don't pay much attention to. He's about your age, wearing a hoodie and sweats, and tapping away on his phone. You just keep doing what you're doing and wait to see if he actually buys anything.

When he comes up to the counter, he still doesn't look up at you, playing something on his phone. Whatever. You scan his stuff and say what he owes.

That's when he pauses. He looks up from his phone with a small look of surprise that turns into a creepy little smile when he takes you in.

For a moment he doesn't do anything and you're just like, "Sir? Cash or card?"

"Right," he says slowly as he takes out his wallet and taps the card to the reader.

No other words are exchanged and you watch him leave, both confused as fuck and HELLA creeped out.

You have no idea who that man was, but he never forgot about you.

You, the sweet little girl a year younger than him in high school who tried to reach out to him when he was sitting by himself. You, who were the first to show him some semblance of kindness in the hell of that institution.

You, who he had no idea how to react to. No one was nice to him, not guys, never girls. Except Toga, but that didn't count.

He wanted more of it. He wanted you to look at him and notice him and talk to him more. You were just so not like him, so nice, so sweet, so fragile.

He wanted to break you.

If anyone asked him if he bullied you in high school, he'd say no, of course not. That's not what that was, but there's a reason you left the city. There's a reason that you moved across the country and started new. You didn't want to by anywhere near him -- especially because you didn't know how to deal with your own warring feelings toward the man that had terrorized you for four goddamn years.

Whenever you thought about him, you knew that you hated him. You knew you were scared of him.

So why did you always get butterflies in your stomach every time he looked in your direction back then?

Fear, you told yourself. It had to be fear. Terror of that little stick of a man with unkempt blue hair and red eyes that you still saw in the corner of your eye sometimes.

A man that looked nothing like the one that smiled at you that night. No, he was taller, bulkier. His hair was long, white. It couldn't be the same loser incel that you knew, right?

....

Right?

You try to reason with yourself, but more often than not, you find that those red eyes in the corner of your vision aren't just a trick of your mind when you head home from your shifts.

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One thing I appreciate about my cat son is that if he, who knows how it feels to be trapped in a room, so much as begins to suspect that I, his father, am trapped in a room, then he will immediately do everything in his meager power to rescue me

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good afternoon this is your pilot speaking we will be taking of shortly and i would just like to announce i got some amazing head from a 40 year old transgender woman and i have a new lease on life and im about to fly this plane so fucking good you wont believe it. fuuuuck. she did some crazy shit to my shaft with her pierced tongue goddamn.... the weather in los angeles is going to be sunny, about 81 degrees when we land. thank you for flying chaser airlines