#its so scary. i dont want to go back to that dark place. everybody stop posting abt fantasy high forever please

[helianthologies]

also unrelated. i hate to name this evil and therefore invite it into my home but the way some of you on here talk abt KLCK. its the exact same discourse i remember seeing abt a certain spider girl from a certain webcomic ten years ago. nobody can ever be normal abt mentally ill teenage girls it seems

[marvel-smut]

Loki x demigod! Fem!reader (18+)

Prompt: N/A

Warnings: sex duh, uhhh. Not much honestly. Feels at the end?

Words: 2269 (nice)

Notes: I haven't had motivation to do anything except this. So here you go.

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Loki, god of mischief, the trickster, the frostgiant himself. Seen as evil, brooding, a maniac.

You, a mere demigod, able to simply change minds, put yourself in someones head to change their minds. Your mother, a goddess, your father a human. They thought it'd be impossible, and it was even frowned upon, however they let your mother carry out her pregnancy before executing her.

You proudly wore her name as a badge of honour. You weren't afraid of who may not like you or who may attack you for your family line. You were more brave than any other god or goddess in the temple, and you were considered noble to a degree.

Loki admired you, for every trait you held. He watched you from afar until you confronted him one on one.

You stood up to his "father" when you saw how poorly he was being treated, you told him to be kind, and treat everyone as family.

Loki admired your strength, your bravery, your power over others. He became your best friend but good gods he wanted more than that.

He wanted to hold you, treasure you, treat you as you deserved to be. Like a goddess.

You as well held passion for Loki, but wanted to wait for the right time. And wait he did.

Loki didnt even look at another woman whilst he waited for you to ready yourself. He would come over every day and study with you, read all day, or play a long game of chess.

The two of you had formed a rather tight bond, so he was beyond grateful when you sat him down and told him exactly how you felt about him, and from there a relationship bloomed.

The others around you were not happy to find that the prince had fallen for a mixed breed. They glared daggers that he would simply throw back at them while the two of you walked hand in hand.

Men would stare in disgust because they saw you lower than a human, the women hated you because they wanted Loki for themselves.

The possessive glares irked you to no end so although you were very calm, level headed, and kind to everyone you would rant out your frustrations in the bath while Loki rubbed your shoulders.

Finally, one day a girl said something far too upsetting and angering. You gripped Loki's hand tightly and dragged him to your room, shutting the door and leaning back against it, pulling Loki against you to pin you against the door.

You were hurt by the woman's words despite knowing that you shouldn't be. But Loki knew what you wanted and he was happy to oblige.

He wrapped an arm around your corsetted waist, pulling you to him until your waists touched, his other hand grabbed one of your wrists and gave a firm squeeze while he caught your bottom lip in his own. You gave a quiet whimper as he bit your lip, causing your cheeks to burn bright.

The trickster pulled away with a chuckle and gave your lips a final peck, hand smoothing down your clothed back.

You wore a simple black gown with a deep crimson corset, Loki smiled as he easily unpaved the back of the tight material and let it fall open, your waist finally relaxed to its natural position, your breasts fell where they laid comfortably, Loki admired each curve of your natural body before giving you another quick kiss.

"Where do you want to do it my love? Bed? Shower? On a counter somewhere?" Loki asked in a low, gravelly voice, one that shook you to your very core.

"Bed, please." You whispered, cheeks tinged pink as you let him grab your hand to lead you to your messy bed. It wasn't dirty, the sheets were just pushed to the very bottom, pillows were lazily tossed around, it was just unorganized.

Loki didnt mind at all, he brought you to a stop just beside the large mattress to pull you in by your waist. He pulled you into another deep kiss, his fingers danced across your dress before finding its zipper on the back. He hastily pulled it down and let it begin to fall, helping you out of the sleeves and helping pull it past your hips. You were barefoot as usual, preferring no shoes for comfortability.

You laid back on the bed, slowly scooting so Loki could follow you. Once you were situated comfortably he grabbed your thigh, inching it away from the other one as if he had all day. Which he did.

You let yor legs open, smiling as Loki admired your almost naked body.

He leaned over you, sliding between your legs and giving your lips another kiss.

"That foul woman was wrong in every word she said." He whispered, a scary edge to his voice.

"You are mine, and I dont want it any other way. You shall be my wife, my perfect princess. You are mine as i am yours." He whispered against your lips. You smiled at his words, one hand curling into his dark hair to pull his mouth away.

"Then show it, claim me once more, Loki." You demanded, grinning wildly as he smirked and went to work.

You laid back again, tilting your head back as he placed his cold lips against your neck, sucking over your pulse on a mission to leave a visible mark that you were his and only his.

As he kissed further down you relaxed, smiling as he kissed over your chest, cupping both of your breasts to lightly pinch at your rosey nipples. He wrapped his lips around one and you gave a shrill squeak as he playfully bit a little before letting go and running his tongue over it to help soothe it.

Loki appreciated your body more than he could ever explain, he made sure to always take his time with you.

You knew this, of course, and it only made you love him even more.

You giggled quietly as Loki began to kiss down across your stomach, then began to slowly pulled your crimson red panties down. He tossed them aside before taking a moment to admire your full glory.

You were taken by surprise when you dove down moments later to bury his face against you. Your face immediately reddened but you couldnt focus on that because his tongue was teasing over your clit side to slid, dipping down to lap over your soaking hole, then coming back up to lap at your clit.

You let out breathy moans and soft whines for more, legs spreading more as your hands reached down to tangle into his jet black hair. Loki smiled before shifting and adding his dominant hand into play.

You were surprised when you felt his middle finger prodding at your hole but let out a full moan as it pressed in all the way and immediately curled against your g-spot. Within seconds Loki added a second one and rubbed happily against your sensitive spot, causing your thighs to tremble and fingers to tug on his hair.

His tongue never left your needy clit as he fingered you, which caused you to moan more.

The pleasure was building up, leading to a feeling of pure euphoria.

When your orgasm hit, it hit like a truck.

Your eyes buldged before closing tightly, your lip tucked firmly between your teeth as your hips suddenly jerked erratically against Loki's talented mouth. He didn't stop until you were finished, then he pulled away and stripped himself, getting out of bed as he did so.

Loki did it slowly, smiling as you stared at him with hungry eyes. When it came down to the last article of clothing, you could very clearly see his erection through it. Usually you would kneel for him and give him the Royal treatment but tonight was different. You watched as he reached into a drawer beside your bed, and pulled out a solid black cock ring.

"I am going to make you mine. By the time I am finished, my queen, everybody will know that I only have eyes for you." He said softly, crawling back over you and giving you a deep kiss, tongues clashing and fighting before he pulled away and positioned himself between your legs, the fat girth pressed against your slick cunt.

"Please Loki, don't start teasing me now my king. Make me cry your name to the gods and make sure everyone in all of Asgard knows." You whispered, looking up at him and holding eye contact as he nodded and slowly began to press in.

He held his cock by the hilt to keep steady as he pushed in, the both of you moaning as he pressed all the way in. Your eyes fluttered as he looked down where he connected to you.

With him, you felt so absolutely stuffed full, it knocked the wind out of you and made you dizzy.

Loki gave you a moment to take deep breaths before he squeezed your hips and pulled out, then thrusted in again.

You both moaned, your head pressing back further into the soft pillow. Loki leaned over your body, bracing himself on his forearms.

Then he set a solid pace, satisfying the both of you more than words could describe. One of your hands grabbed his and the other left bright red claw marks down his back.

Loki went on for a while until he reached between the two of you, watching your reaction as he began to furiously rub your clit again. He gave a surprised groan when it caused you to constrict around him so tightly that he had to stop and let you relax again.

This went on for hours, eventually he had one hand rubbing your clit, your hips grinding in a sloppy pattern with his, you held your own breast and played with your own nipple as he kissed over your neck.

The combined pleasure made your eyes roll back in pleasure, your thighs trembled and completely seized as you came again, squeezing around Loki's hips tighter than they ever had before.

Once you had came one more time, Loki pulled out and snatched the ring off. You, despite being a little dizzy, rolled onto the floor on your knees and Loki came to edge. His hand moved at lightning speed until he gave a thrust into his fist and came.

It was a sight to see. Lokis hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat, his cheeks pink and eyes blown wide. He panted as his cum shot out onto your chest, your collarbones, your cheeks, and a little landed near your mouth.

You swiped the small amount beside your lip away and sucked it off before leaning forward and giving a long, slow lick over the head of Loki's softening dick. It weakly twitched and spit out the last bit of what was a large load.

Loki chuckled and stood up a second later, dragging you into the bathroom to clean you up. He grabbed a washcloth and as he cleaned his cum off of you he also was sure to leave many more hickies across your neck.

You tried to stay silent, you were sore and weren't ready for another round yet, but when you let out a soft whimper Loki smirked. His hand slowly trailed down between your legs, laughing as he felt the slickness. You pouted but still slowly dragged your hips across his hand.

Loki went along with it, except at one point he crooked his fingers and suddenly two fingers buried themselves inside of you. They curled against your spot and switched between rubbing against it or pressing against it for added pressure.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, moaning and panting weakly as you let him please you once more. It took almost no time for your eyes to fall shut again as you managed to cum once more with a long moan of Loki's name.

After that the prince cleaned you up and made sure you were cleaned up before carrying you into the bedroom again. He put you in your comfy clothes before sliding beside you, completely naked. It was almost dark so you two were going to head to bed already.

"Loki, why do you stay?" You asked randomly in the night. You had woken up from a weird dream and just felt the need to ask.

You could feel Loki's breathing change suddenly, and a long while passed. As soon as you were going to turn over and forget about it, he began to answer.

"I stay because you had my attention since i first heard you speak. Not when i first saw you, but when i heard how intelligent you are. When I heard your name. When I saw and i heard how you've been treated. You are so intelligent. You're hilarious, you read and play chess for fun, you are amazing at everything you do my queen. I stay because I know and trust that you'll stay with me as well. I love you my sweet dear and i always will." He had sounded groggy, but you loved it. Tears brimmed your eyes as you cuddled closer to him and closed your eyes.

"I love you Loki. But I'll tell you why later." You said before yawning loudly.

The both of you fell asleep cuddled closely, dreaming fondly of each other.

[nctzanne]

Bet. Eric (The Boyz) x Reader

Okay so hello everyone! FIRST IMAGINE, ONE-SHOT, WHATEVER IS CALLED FINALLY UP GUUURL. Yes, it took some time and i just feel like i squeezed my brain for this one. I really really hope you like it.

Dont go too harsh on me, remember im just starting and i need to learn more about how to be a better writer. 

So, about this little story, main characters are Eric from The Boyz and you babies, of course.

Warnings: I ALWAYS tend to write Reader like a really cursing person, so if you dont like it, please tell me when you send your requests. 

//SMUT, FLUFF// 

Enjoy!

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Everybody knows how you feel when Eric is around you. And you can swear he feels the same way, at least you can tell by how your relationship is with him Always being so soft, holding hands, telling how much you miss eachother. But that is what friends do sometimes, right?

Hwall laughs loudly at that statement, making you blush almost instantly.

-Please tell me if you see me doing that with Sunwoo, and maybe i’ll believe you- He smiles at you, tilting his head to the side- I’ll prove you that he loves you nuts, i will wait for the perfect opportunity-

And so did he. His plan started with a normal conversation in Hyunjae’s place. Eating fried chicken and watching horror movies with your 12 favorite boys seemed a pretty good atmosphere to be closer to Eric. His arms holding you tight enough so you cant move, your head resting on his neck, fitting perfectly. His smell, sweet like cinnamon, is driving you crazy. You move your eyes towards his face, only seeing it from below. He looked so inmersed in the movie, the TV light making his features pop even more, his sharp jawline tensing because of the scary plot, his mouth slightly open makes you lick your lips. You feel little butterflies in your tummy when he starts rubbing your hips with his thumb. Suddenly, clothes become a huge barrier between his skin and yours.

Jacob’s scream makes you wake up from your daydreaming, while Eric jumps due to his friend’s overreaction. You all burst into laugh. He is not a good company when it comes to seeing those kind of movies.

-Hey, dont laugh at me. I dont have anyone to hug me when im scared- He hugs his pillow, you can see him pouting slightly. You giggle, blushing a little when Eric turns to look at you, you could swear that he can see the pink color of your cheeks.

-That’s right!- Hwall grabs this opportunity to start his beautiful mission, making you and Eric see how much you love eachother. - Y/N and Eric are stuck to eachother like they are glued or something- He points at you, and Eric grabs a pillow to throw it at him, letting go a nervous laugh.

-I bet that you can’t be a day without touching eachother- says Changmin without moving his eyes from the TV’s screen. He doesn’t seem to be playing, actually, he looks very serious.

You gasp too loud, and instantly separate your body from Eric’s, making you feel empty.

-Of course we can- Eric says with a playfull voice. He loved to do this, bet and win- We won’t touch eachother today, and if we win, you will buy icecream for the two of us everytime we want this month-

Wow, so that’s it? That’s how easy it was for him to stop having some kind of physical contact with you? You feel a tiny knot in your throat and you try to swallow it.

-Okay, lets do it- Hwall smiles at you and winks.

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Actually, it was easier than what you thought. Having a good time with Hyunjae and Sunwoo made it all better. While the other ones were playing videogames, the three of you decided to play Jenga.

-Look, look, its going to fall. Im 100% sure- You start doing some mental pressure on Hyunjae, letting go an evil laugh. And you were right.

Sunwoo and you start laughing, throwing your bodies to the floor. Exagerating the situation and seeing Hyunjae’s face makes the moment priceless, and your stomach starts to hurt.

-OKAY, it isnt that big deal. I will eat that chili pepper, BUT YOU CAN’T RECORD IT- Hyunjae says and he walks to the kitchen.

While laughing, you feel a cold finger poking your cheek. You turn around, facing Eric’s little body frame. You can feel how his eyes are checking your whole body, making you shiver. “I’ve never seen Eric looking at me like that, what is wrong?”

-I need to talk to you, just a few seconds. It’s important- His deep voice makes you get up unconsciously from your chair, wanting to grab his hand. But hell no, you just can’t do it. If you lose the bet, it’ll better be by his touch and not yours.

You both walk to the hall that separates Hyunjae’s bedroom from the living room. You gasp too loudly when Eric grabs your wrists with enough strenght to pin you against the wall, making a loud sound. You suddenly become scared that the sound was going to draw the attention of the boys, but you can’t deny that this is giving you an intense and delicious adrenaline

You can see in front of you a whole new Eric, a side of him you’ve never seen. He was looking and you with lust and a pinch of darkness in his eyes, licking his lips. You can compare him to an animal who is about to eat his food, and that food was you.

-I just couldn’t...- Eric is interrumpted by your hands touching the skin covered by his white t-shirt. He shivers, surprised by the courage you had to make the second move. You can feel his constant goosebumps while touching his abdomen, and how his breathing start to become gasps.

You are needy. You need his body close to yours, and now the waiting was killing you. You don’t even care about nothing else but the effects that your hands provoque in Eric’s body.

You can see that he starts to lose his mind, pressing his body harder against yours. You can feel him, the bulge covered by dark brown jeans, almost begging for release. The sudden contact to your stomach makes your pussy start pulsating slowly, feeling your underwear wetter.

-Just kiss me already- you whisper, his face is too close so you can feel his hot breath covering your face. It was in a fast move that he collided his plump lips against yours, without even opening them. It was like a 14 year old’s kiss, on those times when you liked someone but were too innocent to know what kissing was about.

But Eric couldn’t wait any longer, so he slowly started to open his mouth, giving you full access to it. You dont think about it twice and insert your tongue, exploring every corner of his wet cavity, driving you crazy the way he tries to twirl his tongue against yours. You invite him to enter in your mouth and he doesn’t protest, grabbing you lightly by the back of your neck to pull you closer, if it’s even possible.

It didn’t take that long to lose your self-control. But a little side of your brain didn’t want to get caught while making out with Eric.

-Eric, lets go somewhere else- you mumble between the sloppy kisses. He only nods, never breaking the kiss, and pushing you with him towards Hyunjae’s bedroom.

He throws you to the bed, making you fall on your back and bouncing on the mattress as he begins to take out his clothes, not even taking a break. You follow his steps and you can finally feel his skin against yours. This, adding the tongue kisses that he is giving to you in your neck, makes you moan, loudly enough for Eric to listen. He laughs deeply.

-So needy, i like that- it feels like he has changed his voice completely, now is almost like a growl coming out of his throat. You moan again as an agreement.

His hands start to roam all over your body, but skipping all the places you need them to be. You start moving under his touch, desperately trying to get more and more of him.

He understands your intentions and pleases you by kissing your breasts, painfully slow, You arch your back so he can use his whole mouth to make you feel good, and oh my god he knows how to do it. When he bites your left nipple you let go a whimper, that makes him grip your hips tighter and bringing you closer to him.

At the slightest touch of his crotch hidden inside his boxers with you damp underwear, you both sigh and look into eachothers eyes. His sweaty forehead and swollen lips makes you crave him even more, and you give him the signal.

-I just cant wait any longer, please, skip the foreplay. Im ready.- You would be so embarassed if you were lucid enough to hear what you’re saying and how, but fire is burning your weak body and only Eric could make you scape from it, taking you to the clouds.

He rips off your panties, takes his boxers off and without warning, you can feel his dick inside of you, making you bite your lower lip in pain. He groans, resting his head in your chest while you can feel his breath tickling your skin. He is waiting for you to make the first movement so he doesn’t hurt you.

-You feel so fucking tight, Y/N-This makes you tighten even more around his cock, and you feel proud on how his body twirls on response.

When you feel that pleasure takes off all the pain, you begin to rub your hips against Eric’s, making his cock move in circles inside of you. That hits the exact spots you wanted, and you can feel that Eric is enjoying it too.

Between groans, moans, little neck bites and back scratches, he starts pounding on you with no mercy, both of your bodies colliding with eachother making slapping sounds. Oh, everything is so filthy, and it only makes the knot in your stomach grow.

He starts stroking your hair and speaks with an inaudible voice covered by whimpers: -Baby, im coming, please tell me you’re close too-

That nickname doesn’t even let you answer, you just scream his name while collapsing in pleasure, shaking your body and closing your eyes. He chases his own orgasm by watching you fall apart because of him, filling you with his seed and slowing his pace because of the overstimulation.

Now the room is in silence, just the both of you trying to catch some air and looking at eachother without saying a word.

There’s nothing to be said, actually. You just fucked your best friend, and it was the best damn thing that could ever happened. You smile because of your thoughts and he smiles in return, leaving a peck on your lips.

Still inside of you, and realizing the uncomfortable position he was in -in the edge of the bed, almost kneeling on the floor, making his muscles sore- he rests his body by letting it fall against yours, not crushing you of course.

-We just lost the bet- he finally breaks the ice, making you giggle.

-We? You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself- You raise an eyebrow as soon as he looks up at you, with a cocky smile.

-Tell me you didn’t enjoy it. Unless you were screaming my name so i dont forget it and, believe me, I wont- You slap him on his shoulder. Now he seems more Eric than ever, being childish and ruining the best moments.

You stroke his blonde and sweaty hair, forgetting about everything that is going on outside. On how the guys are still watching the movie and the problematic situation that you are into because you decided to fuck in Hyunjae’s bed.

-You don’t know how much i wanted to make you mine, T/N- Eric makes you wake up from your thoughts, blushing instantly.

-I’ve always been yours, Eric. You were just to blind to see it-

Eric answers you by pnly kissing your cheek and smiling like an idiot. Your idiot

And, now you just can admit that you lost the bet. But icecream will never be as sweet as Eric’s lips.

[lokighost]

OC Questions Tag Game (In Character)

i guess since i was tagged by farcry5 fam @dolphinitley im gonna do stevie-lynn (who was a deputy but now im thinking is just better suited as a GFH bc id actually love to write her w other deputies one day~)

[dont know who else wants to/ has already done this so like before please please tag me back if you do this ...or.... literally anything bc i wanna see]

(hey whats with that shitty face..... what are you up to...?)

1. What is your name?

stevie-lynn salt

2. Do you know why are you named that?

my mom couldnt pick one name shes a dipsh*t i love her

3. Are you single or taken?

nobody takes me??? i take them on DATES and thats that

4. Have any abilities or powers?

yeah i make one single face at somebody and they either wanna f*ck me or fight me hehHEH

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Narrator; Mary-Sues Are The Backbone Of Fanfiction

6. What’s your eye color?

deep/dark brown

7. How about your hair color?

brunette

8. Have any family members?

two half brothers who are giants and everybody else is divorced or dead

9. Oh? How about pets?

ive got a few stray cats i feed outside my cabin and i visit cheeseburger a ton.... i obviously..... can’t keep a bear anywhere............

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

theres a MAN in the WOODS outside my CABIN at NIGHT like an absolute fucking TERROR.......... *whips open the front door and shouts into the night* JACOB

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

me sharky and hurk hot-box my jeep outside his garage while his dad shouts for me to pull the fuck out of his driveway and release his son from my hippy mind control heh..... anyway good luck you old fart i memorized backing out of your driveway at fifty miles-per-hour yeEHAW~

its.... such a rush........ im sorry...... its so funny.......

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

i feel like..... ive abandoned my friend......??? but i couldnt go where she was going...... 

i left...... i left her with them........ i.........

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

they.... they never give me a fucking choice....... fucking peggies

14. What kind of animal are you?

big BIG bear.... in my mind im a big bear i love them so much!!!!! have you seen a bear eat a salmon? have you seen a beAR DO ANYTHI--

15. Name your worst habits?

sometimes im a bit too honest and it pushes people away..... there’s also this.... temperament issue i guess..... or thats what angela says 

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

sharky and hurk are actually clever in a pinch but goof offs otherwise... grace has a mean shot but im shit at ALL guns-- we’ll stick to knives, knuckles and baseball bats ..... oh i guess my brothers handle a MeAn fieLd O’ vEgGiEs and we love that round here hah~

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

bi as fuck baebey~

18. Do you go to school?

did a bit of community college classes on agriculture with my brothers but otherwise? nah

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

eeEeeeEEeeehhhhhhh.... this whole subject twists my stomach up lets just skip it--

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

hurk is my nUmBeR oNe fan we do........... a lot together ;^}}}

21. What are you most afraid of?

being separated entirely from my friends and brothers... like indefinitely or just for a long time thats ..... so scary.

22. What do you usually wear?

crop tops, tiny shorts, big boots. SpRiNg JaCkeTs BaYbEy...... NO bra >:( NO. keep it.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

those snack pack cakes that look like zebras.... god that’s stoner cuisine 

24. Am I annoying to you?

are you? ....am i?

25. Well, it’s still not over!

..........*shrugs* do yer worst b*tch

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

okay wow that is your worst my f*ckin god...... *sigh* i live in a thousand-square-foot little cabin in the woods left to me by some dead relatives and i help pick corn and shit on the local farms i’m basically off the grid pal .... my brothers handle my money, do i look like i can handle my mone--- meh whatever.....

27. How many friends do you have?

sharky, hurk, jess, grace, mary-may, my brothers and i.... i uh.... my best friend angela she uh... she works for joseph now i....uhm.... .... i um........ ang--..... angela is still my friend.. i think....

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

huh!?-- oh of course, after all this sh*t you’re makin’ me say, please?

29. Favorite drink?

root beer~

30. What’s your favorite place?

on my cabin porch at night with a big beer in a rocking chair watching a f*cken weirdo shift through my woods ......f*cken.... *muttering while grabbing a baseball bat*.... werewolf-ass... motherf*cking.... ginger-bear....

*drops the bat* oh no thats actually cute..... oh no..... naw man... ugh......

31. Are you interested in anyone?

i am but you’re gonna need to really butter me up for all that gossip ;^}}}

32. That was a stupid question…

:^||| nah its not i just wanna f*ck everybody we don’t wanna scare you off just yet pal.....

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

lake of course! but i’ve seen the ocean a few times and its pretty fucking scary like people ENJOY the sand? you eNjOy ThE sAnD??? 

34. What’s your type?

steaks right? medium-rare

35. Any fetishes?

*pulls out a damn knife and starts flipping it around* okay, now i stop answering your questions.... 

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

hm? both both, we do both out here.... or at least *i* do.... any way you can its all cozy and fun right? its a good time. do both! set the tent up in the living room i’ll hot-box that too

[ab-artist]

Trick or Treat

My Sanders Stories tag: @allycat31415 @ninjago2020 @ajdraws0430 @singingjo @detroit-become-pan

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By AB Stories

WARNING: tiny sides, mention of poisoned candies and predators, nervousness, screaming/yelling, moxiety and roceit if you squint, POOR WRITING       

You Have Been Warned.

"Hey! Everyone come down here for a minute!"

Virgil paused in his reading. The voice sounded like Roman's, virgil debated for a second whether to continue reading his R.L. Stine book or actually go down.

"Kiddos! Roman has a surprise for us!"

Welp, guess he's gonna read another time. Can't say no to patton.

When virgil made it to the common room, he saw patton enthusiastically talking to logan, who looked a little out of his league trying to calmly talk back. Virgil could only guess that patton was trying to get logan on board with what he wants by bombarding logan with his excitement. This is why you dont say no to patton, you're gonna end up saying yes anyways. (Unless youre truly uncomfortable or can't, whatever patton is doing always end up being enjoyable)

"Virgil!". At the sound of his name, he is pulled out his thoughts and sees roman.

"So glad that you're here, i had an amazing idea! And i do hope you'll participate!" roman exclaims excitedly

"Well, whats the idea?" virgil asks

Roman bounces in place, obviously excited to share his wonderful idea. "We're gonna go trick or treating in the imagination!" he squeals "as children too!"

....we're gonna what now?

Virgil simply stares at the creative side as he processes what he just heard.

Well, he thinks, its not a bad idea. That is usually what one does on Halloween, if you're a kid. But roman said they would be going as children so...its fine right? But the imagination could be dangerous, monsters could appear, the dragon witch could appear, and poisoned candy, and predators, and- no. This is romans imagination, he can make it whatever he wants. He could make it safe. Yeah..its sounds fun too.

Virgil blinks as he comes to a decision, only to notice everyone staring at him. "What?"

"Kiddo, you've been standing there frozen-"

"With the most enraged expression that could bring even the dragon witch to her knees" roman interrupts

"-for that past five minutes" patton continues, ignoring the interruption

"Oh.." virgil rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed he did that

"What were you thinking about, kiddo?"

"Roman's idea"

Roman fidgets, smiling shyly "..do you like it?"

Virgil had forgotten how nervous roman gets about people liking his ideas, he grins "yeah, it sounds like fun"

Roman beams, excitedly jumping again. "Oh this is wonderful! Its gonna be so much fun! Youre coming too right logan?". Logan side glances at patton nervously, "indeed." "GREAT! We'll meet back down here at 9 pm, be ready in y'alls costumes!" roman yells as races up the stairs heading to his room.

------

At 9pm on the dot, virgil appears in the common room in costume. First one here huh?

As soon as he thought that, he hears someone descending the stairs.

Patton was walking with the grace of an angel. His cat bug dress flowing around above his knees and his wings bouncing with each step he took. He looked utterly adorable. He and virgil made eye contact and virgil was about to compliment him when-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! CREEPY CRAWLER!!!!!!!!"

Patton fled to the kitchen to hide, nearly tripping on himself. "Wait- pat- its me virgil!" he calls out. Green eyes peer around the corner.

"My dark strange Vee?"

"Y-yeah"

"You look very, very scary....good job."

"I could change...if you want"

Patton lunges forward "NO! uh- i mean- you look good, its halloween, you're supposed to be sca-scary..or cute" patton stutters

Virgil blinks. "Oh well, thanks...you look cute..btw.."

A blush spreads across pat's cheeks. "..thank you"

"UGH! get a room you two! Gag!"

They both turn to the sound of the voice and see roman at the bottom of the stairs in all his costume glory. His Kusco costume a vibrant red, accentuating the curves of his body. His make-up lighting up his face.

"By the way," he purrs, " i looove both of y'alls costumes". He looks down at virgil pants, purple with red lines around the rips, curiosity taking over his features "what kind of spider are you stormcloud?"

"A peacock spider"

Virgil  proceeds to throws his hands up in a U form and simply stares at them.

Roman leans over, stage whispering to patton, "why is he doing that, its weirding me out"

A voice cuts in from behind. "That is the Maratus volans, or peacock spider, mating dance. Although you are doing it wrong virgil, the spiders vibrate to catch the attention of a mate and then they raise the legs for display and move side to side". Logan steps down from where he was standing on the stairs.

Virgil quickly drops his arm. "ITS A MATING DANCE!!" he screeches, voice rising on 'mating'.

Logan tilts his head "you didnt know?"

"Look virgil i love you and all but im not interested", mischief fills his eyes,  he leans closer "but i doubt patton minds" he whispers

Virgil flushes, "sh-shut up, you idiot!". Virgil grabs a couch pillow and flings it roman. Roman squawks.

Patton turns to logan, leaving the other two to banter.

"Who are you, lo?"

"The Doctor"

"Doctor who??"

"Yes"

"...no i meant- oh..", realization dawns on patton, he smiles, "you look great lo!"

Logan nods "Thank you, you look very good as well"

"Thank you!" pat chirps

"Virgil look your boyfriend is cheating on you-" WHACK.

"we arent dating!!" virgil yelps, furiously blushing

The other side also is as red as a tomato, staring at the other two with wide eyes.

Surely roman wasnt implying virgil liked him, that not true right? Virgil couldnt possibly like him back. Wait does that mean virgil knows about how he feels? Oh god no, he's gonna be rejected and they're gonna stop being friends and-

"BOO!"

Everybody screams.

Deceit cackles while the other try to get their hearts to stop pounding at their chests. "If you guys aren't done, i wouldn't like to get going" deceit say after he stops laughing

Roman perks up, "OHMYGOSH! Are you Bill Cipher!!"

"No" he  proudly, posing a little bit

Roman squeals "I love you costume, you look so good!"

Deceit's cheek go little pink. "Lets not get going" he says, pointedly avoiding looking at roman.

----

When they get to roman's door, roman preceeds to knock on it.

Tap taptaptap tap!

It glows for a few seconds then opens.

One the other side is a neighborhood, houses decked out in decorations, kids and families dressed in costumes. The smell of candy and the sound of laughter filling the air. It looked absolutely amazing, the people looked happy, the decorations looked scary and almost real and some were just cute looking.

"After you" roman says

Patton steps through first, his size immediately shrinking and shrinking until he looked like a child.

Patton looks at his tiny body, "oh woah!" he squeals in his now squeaky voice, he turns back to everyone, "come on guys!"

And one by one the other stepped through the doorway and turned into a child. Once everyone was through the door closed and disappeared.

"Yo-you can make it come back...wight?" virgil asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he glances where the door once was.

"Of couwse" roman assures

"TIME TO TWICK OR TWEAT!" patton squeals

And off they went, starting with the house closest to them. Roman had made this world so that all houses has all the good candies and no spiders, theres nothing to wowwy about pat-pat!

They're knocking on the door, to the house they're at at the moment, excited for more candy, when the door opens.

"Dwagon witch!!" roman yells

Virgil puts an arm around pat and hold him closer. All of them looking ready to bolt(except roman who looks ready to fight)

The dragon witch just laughs, amusement in her eyes. "Worry not little prince", roman pouts at that, "im not here to ruin your night. I too, enjoy this night and simply wished to participate". She turned around to grab something, the small prince tensed, and turned back with a small cauldron. Full of candy.

All the sides yelled 'CANDY' when they saw.

"Of course you must say the magic words to receive some" the dragon witch said

"TWICK O TWEAT!!!"

After everyone got their candy, they thanked the dragon witch and started to leave. Except roman. Roman went up to the dragon witch and tugged on her dress.

"Yes, young prince?"

Roman didnt say anything. He just away and, to her surprised, hugged her.

"Thank you" he whispered quietly before running off back to his friends.

The dragon witch closed her door with a small smile on her face.

It was nearing the end of the night and everyone had long since grown tired. Pat was dragging his feet, virgil was cranky, deceit was pretending he wasn't tired, logan looked dead on his feet, and roman was shifting from foot to foot because his feet hurt.

"Who wants to go home?" the little prince tiredly asked

A chorus of 'me' rang about.

"O-...okay" roman yawned

He snapped his fingers and the door appeared.

It took much effort to walk to and through the door. Everyone turned back to their right age immediately after they passed through the door and then trudged to their rooms. Mumbles of 'goodnight' filled the air.

In the morning everyone will join up in the common room and sort through their candy, eating some along the way. But for now they'll go to sleep after an awesome night of trick-or-treating.

AN: idk where the moxiety and roceit came from, it just happened 💜💛 💚💖

[batsysims]

didnt wanna do an actual Simself Edit™ so have an arrested development reference

anyways

i was tagged by @0cherub & i tag any1 who hasnt done this yet bc who doesnt like answering 125 questions abt themselves oh also @flavortowne im forcing you to do this sry

get to know me tag

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? its batsy dont worry abt it

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? its batsy dont worry abt it

3. BIRTHDAY? september 15

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES?  what?? are books

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? ye both

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? ummmm idk lmfao i havent “read” a “book”” in like 5 years 

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? 35 & 36 on sirius are like basically the exact same station but that doesnt mean i dont constantly alternate between the two whenever im near a radio

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? pink is a v trustworthy flavor

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? *owen wilson voice* wrow

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? what kinda question is this wt f ive currently reobsessed myself w marina and the diamonds so honestly any of her discography

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? idk any words :^/ sry

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? wheels on the bus im exhausted

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? man in the high castle. man in the high castle. man in the high ca

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? clerks al;dksfjf

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? almost exclusively sims and fallout but every once in a while some indie game i find on steam so. yea

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? never doing anything in my life and having nothing 2 look forward to!! yay

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? probably my resiliency, maybe?? idk

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my habit of allowing bad things to happen to me lol

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? cats but im sorta kinda indifferent 2 both i think i might 1 of the 5 ppl on earth who dont like having pets

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? summer and fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? yea

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? not being lazy lmfao

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? @flavortowne eye emoji

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? blue

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? its natural brown but im thinkn abt going either red or blonde again

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? like 3 ppl irl and everyone on discord u guys legit

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my person and @flavortowne eye emoji

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? tom hardy. what is his end goal

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? tbh going 2 basic lmfao im!! lame

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? as of right now,, spiderverse lol

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? teletubbies was fckn legit and so was old school spongebob

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my person

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? im not superstitious,,, but i am a little stitious

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? i cant deal w fishing poles idk

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? in front babey

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sims or stitching play foods 4 the kid to use on her play kitchen

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? stop asking book questions

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? spiderverse yeye

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? piano & i try 2 pretend i know what im doing w a ukulele

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? stingrays :^)

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? legit all my mutuals

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? i had an oc that could read ppls memories like a scrapbook if he touched them and i always honestly thought that was. cool

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in my house!! the door b locked bitch!!!!

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? toddler being an idiot toddler

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY?  its not really,, a sport,, but i bike

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? cream soda in those glass bottles is top tier non-alcoholic beverage

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? i wrote a letter 2 my person telling him he was an idiot and by the time it was mailed 2 his house i was already living there lol

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? nah

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? either ppl blowing vape in my face or holding something so close to my face i cant see i just go ballistic

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? nope unless u count a sesame street liveshow like 10 years ago

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? nope!

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a cop lmfao

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? this is horrible but the setting of new vegas i just feel like id be at home there, w the radiation and constant danger and dehydration

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? the kid

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? only when im looking in the mirror adlkfj start thinkn abt a different face showing up instead of mine idk

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? yea

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? skipped a whole year adlfkj

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? this is basic but i miss the tri-state area

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? this is basic but i miss nj

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? yea :^/ a dog, a cat, and uhhhh 14 fish

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? night owl but honestly im just always tired

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsettttt

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? i do

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? headphones. they just work

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? nah but i need em

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? i listen to everything tbh

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? michael cera

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? i used to read them religiously but not so much any more. i am reading the TAZ graphic novel tho

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? having to repeat myself 20 times. or being an idiot when i wanna start a new hobby

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? idk how to read

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? honestly i had a blast in econ and my law enforcement class

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? a bro, another sibling, and a half-bro

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? food lmfao

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? every time i measure myself im 5′2″ but the government insists that i am 5′3″ so w/e

75. CAN YOU COOK? yeap

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? alcohol, bike riding, wearing stupid makeup

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? ppl holding me back, bird box, when my nail breaks before i can file it so its all oglee

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? uh idk?? i dont have,, many,,,, friends

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? bi

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? sc :’^(

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my brother

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 2 nights ago the kid pistol whipped me in the chin w her phone and it just hurt so bad it legit made me lose it

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? ok this is dumb as shit the kid is obsessed w Blippi and i have a mom crush on him afdslfkjs

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? ye

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? i am currently obsessed w L.O.L. Surprise! Pop but all in all probs Pocket Camp

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? bad as parents but theyre fine now that im an adult and they have a grandkid they can like

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? i dont like a majority of them lmfao but idk maybe uh?? irish

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? rly wanna go to nevada but im moving to the mojave soon anyways so

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 15

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? nope

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? i was raised christian but i dont rly give a shit abt any of that

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? outer space my dood the ocean is dumb and scary

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? im jus livin my life

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? i mean. im lactose intolerant but thats abt it

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nope

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? no

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? when im wrong abt something

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? forest ig bad choices

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? i dont think i was ever given advice, ever. maybe thats why im like this

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? idk i try not 2 lie unless its like. an obvious exaggeration for the lols

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? wtf idk ok i just did one of those quizzes & im a slytherin?? what does that mean

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? yeah

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? more of an introvert but im ok w going out there if i gotta

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? i keep one for the kid but thats abt it

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? nah. unless it was something stupid like burning food like im not gonna ban u from the kitchen

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? if theres an id i guess mail it 2 the address on there?? idk ive never just. found a wallet. i think this happens a lot less than all the hypotheticals make it out to be

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? if theyre dedicated to it. i dont think ppl can just do it over night and i dont think its ever a 100% change

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? dont touch me

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yep

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? 2 in both ears but thats it

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? spidr...mna

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? no :^( once im cleared for them tho deffo

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? i hate that this is the answer but enlisting adlfkjs

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yeah ig??

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? 2 late

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? we all b stupit

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? idk?? i get embarrassed but also get over it quick so like. idk

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yea

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black & red

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? mhm

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? i was on nickelodeon back when they had those cuts to the Live Studio Audience™

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 21

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savory i almost never eat anything sweet

[triumphorce]

under umbras of bundles  of stars,

canopies of leaves & branches that shatter-scatter sky image held indirect

as a gleam in eyes

as conscious lay in fabricated gardens watching memories, & desires in dream form

from across highway covered by

blue-white, 

yellow,

& orange lights

sound of tires, mufflers, sirens, 

amidst a higher sense 

attuned to

muffled far cries muffled while crossing empty lands

filled with chilling wind howls, stealing hope, 

which

kickstarts the power on survival mode..

ups& downs 

drown the cries further,

that

war, warn, or cheer..

or just sing..

maybe

a hymn made by souls for souls under same umbra to set free to lead to wonder & beauty beyond the surface of senses directly to free to seek love loss between me and me

buried beneath  road of longest journey to reach

turn feet all around

all about a world I have no idea about

just mad ideas about Kept in journals i turn over

to all but from in front of views not yet exploited by value of which is, views are power,  & are the will in word- to-page transaction

self diminished to substantiate

entries from entrails, not shown to be conquered

win or lose is how I never saw things.

win or win, only optionss, only progress..

yet..,always over complicating;

marathon sprints from start to finish

as I choose, If i choose, to continue to choose to overlook slopes in existence, where hides I, in ruins, digging for recognition

contribute to a mind overloading with what I know I owe society, &me,

burden of see-through beast, I see illusions of future thru,mistaken as truth, play victim, get stressed or believe I'm down on luck ,in dumps of depression and slum of beliefs,

 in a slump with headphones on temple and music up, reminisce about the golden olden, me and broseph, SSB, PSO, kanto, johto, cartoon cartoons, many one saturday morning’s, plenty cinnamon toast, fruity pebbles, so many card games at Books-a-million

but when I open eyes from trance

I'm forever face to face with today is today

not then not later...

just

 changes who changed how I changed regret and anger to compensate for blaming everybody but me

now I stare afraid at dilemmas mass effect decisions

 daily in-and-out-terventions

to keep from falling back into resentment.. spite blinding shelves of subconscious-self- disappointed perpetuating judgment of others binding progression, tying tongue, boiling blood because old habits die hard and I continue fucking up, up raging rapids w/o a paddle,   almost 3 decades of failing infinite (according to projections) feel I missed and am missing out on so much, so much world, so many words coiled inside, waiting to explode,

all the time, just like everybody.. everything mind sets sights on turns to target issue     how unfortunate for aforementioned coordinates, for anyone close enough for me to put in poems' , important enough to torment conscious over, used to be everybody, used to be nobody, used to be just some people, now its just me and i dont know him

   attempts to speak, to learn again, to teach me about me       to learn to teach                     myself, to set example for ambition directed toward a better version, better verses, better reimbursement of time given tryna be an extrovert, free from bitter, free from bitch asses, set internal standards to never  get fucked with again, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, i only fucks with a journal & question  everyone,  everything, every word, every whisper, shit ima tell my children every day, breakfast lunch dinner,  do your best and fuck the rest, get it, get lit off enlightenment, fuck rest, save roosting for death, dont look at me, looknat the sky, seize the day in everyway brain permits, dont reach for others' and if anyone tries to take yours, that means they dont fundamentally respect life, so always permeate passion, ignore distractions keeping you from creating, test limits, test intentions, challenge imperfections with wisdom, know that perfect is just cosmetics, but i remain quiet.. remain tied up being alone, wondering..           whether I'm right to do any god damn thing        'cause if I don't do it right..       was I right to think I could, wrong to think I understood

am i wrong not to try?

what of what's sacrificed ?

how do i keep count

how did I end up here       in standby...

standing squeamish & deer eyed in light of opportunities rising in horizon of night skies, to step in to obtain warmth, maintain from days before, to do something, do the one thing, but when will I be ready will eyes be ready to comprehend right or wrong

only me, here. only us, on planet.

only who's responsible? how is who is affected by, afflicted by? when is too late? when is just right, always too soon to tell and.. if I don't do it now, then why expect change..

why, why, why

'cause I expect anything at all

anger toward unmanned vehicles imminent to collide with mine

driven mad up eighty-five degree angled walls during rush hour, sun beaming heat into ride, where i travel on path, thru battlefield of past where fallen intentions decompose to ignorance and wisdom sprouts in the mean time.. I'm in between times, feelin down, down down down down by the way

a trail thru fears past dead ends, rotting trees, looks like fallout hit

a past I try an' forget..

but remember out of reluctance 

to accidentally revisit regret,

stand next to biggest fears,  see if facing them uproots soul

rolls ideas in head, non-stop

like trolls troll under bridges 

to which billy goat gruff temper charges like crono's katana on zenan crossing,

lodes of odes to oaths, lightning loaded, aimed at negative minded sapiens bioshocks via rhythm and syntax, cryo cascades of ideas, locked away in moleskine or computer files to put to rest the rest of an inside in arrest to judgment, in side quest of public playthrough, i feel im on public display, static complaining in front of pretty much strangers   modes of awareness to mental problems i exploit to people who might not think im crazy, who might like what i write, might like to write about the same thing, might see giants in those same nodes i stand near, i hear crisp crackles filling an awkward air as i stare at words on sheets that i might tear, might let collect dust, or share prolly might be quiet, only sound is poetic drafts that fill in under open windows, I open slowly, cool rush, goosebumps, awake aware always, even when mind is a crinkled, crumbled candy wrapper still just construct wrinkles in time via           hairs stand, ovation, and encores to

     helping to cross over doubts, screams of slander, stop it all, right now, shed truth in another light, fed through veins like pen's ink to go over and correct vision of pinheads vane turnin art, free thought to cash and competition, trade purpose blow for blow with obstacles in the name of the next step, over opponents, trade nervous for nerves robust to withstand standing up to stretch and spread chest to stand up for work where time invested is braided circulation    goin in circles,        time wasted pet peeve number 1

    a nowhere never felt before        but something seems familiar.. overlooked,   under yards, under pressure of bone leverage, give life a lift thru cracks of a collapsing effort stretched behind chest and ribs

a heart glows in

hot coal hues hearth warmth under carbon sheets

till blood boils till steam coils from pores to kill the cold along roads

sun or none

no light above, isn't lack of.. 

(look inside)

----

harsh heat of reality hot enough to feel cold

make me go ghost in dark times..

friction strong enough to spark moist..

continue until i sear nerves disembody fromm pain till im felt by meta-form of others

heartfelt arcs between soul and soul-mind 2 mind

light releases thru iris folds spectacle in spectacles----

spectrum wheel of emotions spins &spins to  understand self an urge that intensifies the more  i live life as well as I can Improve every day, no excuse, don't ignore the corners, get behind my ears,every nook and cranny in creative muse-um, uhm, duh, raised on books, nintendo, animation,& wishbone, outside, only myself as playdate, use every square inch as play-scape under every hair in head, a mind uses face and body as way to create 4 fourever& vice versa to escape who ever & know I can do whenever, wherever

wherever i go, a voice in mind goes

that keeps on talkin , keeps me talkin tellin me I've talk--, wrote enough hoped enough to last a lifetime, but that's not enough

and I still got a lifetime

to either solidify or fuck it up

gradually let go of 

to concentrate on life's finest moments i build to build form in appreciation, saying get up, enjoy the sun rays breaching clouds just before dawn; gett off yo butt and do what you know what you taught you to do when you were at multiple low points and you promised you, you'd never fall to end, even if you fall again, again, and again, never stall in the middle of  takeoff stop in middle of road, cant press play if you lost remote, might as well get up and do it, crawl, run or walk away when the times calls to brawl dark-inner energy only honorable mentions defend health during dishonorable discharge of nega, into rivers, into blue sky.. bordered by white clouds and linear silver

a safe place, work space, desk clerk sifting day to day thru file cabinets memories in memos in notebook; written relativity explaining how I see, what I think say what i want like im eight, glad i spent so much time with words and space-bars,   to escape judgment, hatred,

anxious surrounded by bad vibes

above an Earth, below expectations; over a self under surveillance by approval from inside, crazy dimensions, On the fence between people and myself I close eyes, ride waves of nostalgia once more..

see plenty light to traverse pathways, walk fer hours, walk like back in younger days, playin, runnin, completely captivated immersed in games played, tv, roller blades, monopoly, scary stories, trampolines

&10thousand songs later, 10million thoughts later, here I am doing what I made me to.

can't wait for the next chance

supplied energy through lines to hidden gracelands.

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

Hey, I Think I Like Your Girlfriend (Jungkook x You ft. Taehyung) //Oneshot

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Summary: Jeon Jungkook is impenetrable. But what happens when the only girl who manage to penetrate his heart seems to belong to his best friend, Kim Taehyung?

Genre: Fluff

Jungkook is impenetrable. His friends knows it. His fans knows it. His hyungs obviously knows it. Everybody knows it. Jungkook had met millions of girls around the world, all of them are beautiful, of course, some are even both funny and interesting. But no one seems to have been able to penetrate his heart, until he was introduced to you. By Taehyung. As his special someone.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s someone special to me!” Taehyung’s voice suddenly pierced through the noisy bar. Jungkook can hear Jin and Jimin howling and start to tease him as he lifts up his head to see the person Taehyung was introducing. Jungkook’s vision was met with a pretty girl, he had seen prettier ones obviously, but there’s just something about you that seems to affect his heart is a different way.

Maybe its the way you laugh off the teasing from his hyungs, even joining in to tease Taehyung, maybe its the way you are simply dressed,in a plain off shoulder blouse and skinny ripped jeans and light makeup although you know you are meeting six internationally well known idols, and trust Jungkook when he says that most girls dressed up like they were attending the grammys when they know they are meeting them, or maybe its the way you gave off a friendly vibe, like all of you had known each other for years, or maybe, just maybe, its the way that you smile.

“Hello, I’m Y/N,” Jungkook snapped out from his thoughts when Jimin who’s on his right elbowed him, and he realized that you had finished your introductions with everyone else and is now looking funnily at him.

“I..I’m Jungkook,” he managed to stuttered out, making you laughs.

“The maknae is akward and shy around new people. He will warmed up to you soon enough. Dont worry about it babe,” Taehyung explains to you to which you just smile and nodded, gaze still locked on Jungkook, a tiny amused smile still plastered on your face. He dont know if it’s because the way of Taehyung had called you babe or the way your elbow and sometime your thighs seems to graze his because Taehyung has seated you in between himself and Jungkook on this too tiny table, but Jungkook feels suffocated and sweating more than he should have. His heart is beating so fast and he dont understand it. He really just wants to go back and lie down on his bed, maybe dreaming about that smile of yours.

Weeks passes and you seem to be a constant thing in his life. You are always around. Granted, its not your fault, since Taehyung is always dragging you around with them whenever they have free time to hang. The rest of the boys doesnt mind. They find you fun and refreshing, especially when you dont fangirl over them, at all, well, maybe that’s because you are already together with Taehyung, a fact that Jungkook definitely doesnt what to be reminded of, and they can treat you like one of the boys, and you will be totally cool with it. Or as what Jin had described you before, “I like hanging out with Y/N, I’m comfortable. She’s fun, like one of the boys, but so so so much prettier,” which earned him a smack from Taehyung.

“Yah, no one gets to call her pretty except for me!” Taehyung once said.

“Tae, she’s a girl. And a pretty one at that. I think she would like it if people calls her pretty,” Namjoon said a matter of factly giving Taehyung a look towards his protectiveness.

“I need to protect her innocence from savage men like you guys!”

“Yeah yeah, we know she’s your someone special Tae. Stop being so overprotective,” Jimin chimed in, slapping Taehyung’s shoulders. “And she should be protected from you more that she should be from us,”

“And excuse me, I am not a savage man. I am incredibly poised,” Jin said, rather offended to be called savage by his dongsaeng.

Jungkook will usually keeps quiet when they start talking about you. He doesnt want to know about your relationship with Taehyung and he doesnt want to hear about how amazing you are from his hyungs. He already knows you are amazing. You are not just amazing  you are incredible, fun, funny, interesting, beautiful…

Getting over you seems like an impossible task as whenever you came over or just hangs out with them somewhere, you would usually sticks around Taehyung, and the two other maknae. Maybe its because all of you are closer in age, you are afterall, the same age as Jungkook, and some stupid things you guys did together, the hyungs just dont find it funny.

Fate is a funny thing when one stormy day Jin has forced the both of you go to the nearby store to get him some ingredients he is missing for his recipe. “It wont be the same without it!” Jin whined when Jungkook complained that it will rain soon and the weather report has predict for a storm to hit later today. Since only the two of you left, Jungkook didnt know where did all his other hyungs went to but they will all miraculously appeared when dinner is ready, the both of you decide to share the burden together.

The rain has started to fall by the time Jungkook and you were walking back to the dorm. Quickening your pace, both of you managed to reached the building just in time when the storm starts to hit. Wind are howling and rain is heavily pouring. Cold and wet, Jungkook ushered you to hurry up into the elevator so you both can get the warmth you needed at home.

The moment the elevator door closes, a loud thudering lightning hits and the elevator shut down from its power, leaving the both of you in the dark, except for the faint emergency light.

“Oh crap,” Jungkook cursed and look at you. Although he knows you are panicking inside, you tried your best to not show it.

“It’s okay. Dont panic. I’m sure the power will be up soon. At least on the bright side, we are together. Imagine how scary if would be if we are alone,” you smile at Jungkook. “In the meantime, lets try pressing that emergency bell. Maybe someone who passes by will hear it. Oh and try the intercom too,”

Jungkook quickly do as you suggested. He is still amazed by how calm you are. He swears if its some other girl, she would already be crying and screaming like they were stuck in an avalanche instead of an elevator.

“Hello? Can you hear us? We are stuck in the elevator in the building. I think the power went out,” Jungkook quickly explain the situation to the person who answered their intercom call.

“We have received the situation. However ths storm is prohibiting all vehicles to move right now. Our rescue team will only be able to get there once the storm has slowed down. Are you alone?”

“No, I’m with another person. A girl,“Jungkook quickly answered, hoping that with your presence the rescue team will find another way to come by quickly.

"Noted. Please stay calm and wait. Do not do anything that may cause harm to your safety. We will check on you from time to time. Do not break communication,” was the last thing the operator said.

“Well, seems like we are stuck for a while,” Jungkook turned back to look at you. He tries to steady his heart beat. Being stuck with you, the subject of his dreams for weeks now, is surely not going to be good for his mental health.

“Seems like Jin wont be able to do his special recipe then,” you chuckle, holding up the bag filled with ingredients that causes this mess in the first place. Jungkook just smile at you, wondering how you can still make jokes in this situation.

She looks so calm. She must not be feeling anything to be stuck with me then. Jungkook thought to hinself. What are you talking about? She’s Taehyung’s girlfriend! You are just her boyfriend’s best friend. Get a grip. Jungkook mentally slapped himself.

“Come sit here Jungkook,” you motioned for him to sit beside you who are sitting cross legged on the floor when he doesnt say anything for a while. “Lets play some games or something to pass the time,”

“Okay. What do you have in mind?” Jungkook finally reacts and takes his place besides you, joining you in sitting cross legged on the floor.

“How about 20 questions? We can get to know each other better. Although we have been hanging out for quite some time now, I dont feel like I really know you,” you smile at him, which sends his heart in a marathon. Jungkook agreed and start off the game. The game starts off simple. Questions about favorite animals, food, color. His favorite tour memory, your favorite celebrity and so on.

“So tell me Y/N. Why are you studying to be a doctor? Is it the glamour that comes with it? So you can tell everyone that you are a doctor?” he winks, teasing you. “Dont you feel like it will take too much of your time to  study it until you can actually be a doctor? Taehyung told me that you are good in dancing too, why do you choose the doctor path instead?” Taehyung had mentioned to him once that you are only in your second year of paving your way to be a doctor. And also you are extremely good in dancing, you might even be as good as Hoseok, but never wants to proceed it as a career, only as a hobby to pass free time.

You chuckle. “If studying for almost 14 hours everyday and slaving yourself trying to learn medical terms for years is what you call glamorous, then yes. I’m doing it for the glamour,” Jungkook laughs at your humor.

“But seriously… I feel like being a doctor will give me a purpose in life. To be honest with you, I was a sickly kid. I have a terrible disease, that I dont want to get into further details, but it was when I was younger. So I spend more than half of my childhood in clinics and hospitals, being tested and poked around,” you sigh, remembering the bitter memory. “I used to think that a job is just a job. When you are done, you go home and you dont think about it until the next morning. But as I watched all these doctors running around all day and night, giving their all to save their patients, the worry they have on a patient’s condition, how they cried and share their patients’ happiness and grief, I start to understand that a job is not just about earning paychecks, its more than that. You actually bring a meaning to someone else. I feel like by being a doctor, even when I feel like there’s nothing else going on in my life, at the end of the day, when I come home, I can always say that I save a life today. I had made someone’s day better today. And that just gives me a reason to live, a purpose, even when the time comes where I might have nothing else going on in my life,” you finished, realizing that Jungkook is staring at you and your long heartfelt explanation. You laugh.

“Cheesy right?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No, not at all,”

All these while, Jungkook had wanted to be an idol because its his dream to sing, his dream to dance. And what better thing to do than following your own dreams right? He thought he’s feeling happy when he succeeded because he had achieved what he had dream to be, but listening to you, he realized he was wrong. What actually makes him happy are his fans, his Armys. He found a purpose to improve his singing, his dancing, just so he can make them proud. He remembers how happy and proud he felt when he reads the messages his fans have sent him. How they said that their concerts, songs, appearances and even their mere photos gave them a reason to smile. To be happy. To help them crawl out from their state of sadness and depressing thoughts. At the end of every tiring day, he comes back smiling, knowing he had make someone’s day today.You are right, he never realizes it before but you has opened his eyes to a whole new perspective. A beautiful perspective. He finally realize what had made he’s life feels so fulfilled, all thanks to you. Jungkook shift his eyes to you, seeing you in a whole different light. Sure, you are amazing to him before, but right now, you look ethreal to him. And as if he is being pulled by a magnetic forced, he leans in and kiss you.

And you kisses him back.

Jungkook had never felt this refresh, this alive while he is kissing you. Until he realizes who is he actually kissing right now. He is kissing Taehyung’s girlfriend. Taehyung’s. You belong to Taehyung!

He immediately breaks the kiss and push you away. You were startled by his actions and immediately open your eyes to see Jungkook’s frantic face.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?”

“I..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,”

“Its okay Jungkook. I-”

“Its not okay!” Jungkook suddenly shouted and standing up, cutting you off. You were shocked by his sudden reaction and just stared at him, opened mouth. “Its not okay Y/N. You are Taehyung’s g-”

The power suddenly came back right at that moment and you were greeted by two people from the rescue team, peeking at you.

“Hey kids, you okay? We are going to help you get out now,”

Jungkook kept silent during the whole time they were saving you. You tried to talk to him, to ease out your confusion but its hard to do with him avoiding you and being in the presence of the two rescue man. Once the both of you are safe and sound, Jungkook immediately rush off to the dorm and locked himself in his room, leaving you more sad and confused.

You havent seen Jungkook since that day. He is apparently very good in avoiding you. Everytime you came over when Taehyung invites you, he will either locked himself in his roon or went out somewhere. Taehyung told you that he’s been in a mood lately and all of them are just leaving him be. They assumed its because of stress of maybe he finally hits his puberty, as Yoongi had said it, chuckling. But you know better. Its obviously because of what happened in the elevator.

When it has almost been two months since Jungkook didnt even bother to  read your text, you’ve had enough of his bullshit. He’s being childish and you are no longer playing his games. You storm into the dorms one day, startling Hoseok who open the door.

“Where is that man child?”

“He’s in his room,” you waited no more and stalked off to his room. “But he’s-” you slammed open his door before Hoseok can finish his sentence and boy, you should have listen to what he wanted to say. Because what you see breaks your heart into little pieces. Jungkook is making out with some girl you recognized as a new idol on his bed. All lips and hair and limbs tangling together. You cant stop it, tears are already forming in you eyes. Both Jungkook and the girl look at you, suprise by the sound of the door slamming open.

“I guess this is why you didnt even read my text! I understand then Jungkook,” and you stormed out, ignoring the calls of the other members who are concerned at your crying state.

Immediately after you stormed out from his room, Jungkook asks the girl to go home. She just shrugged and said her okay, asking him to call her again if he still needed someone to help release his stress. The relationship between Jungkook and her are strictly sexual and nothing more. They definitely were not an item. Both the girl and Jungkook agree to just treat their relationship as a fling, a way to help each other ease their stressful life. Jungkook had met her after the elevator incident with you. And boy, does he really needs to blow of some steam. He had to kept it all inside. He cant really tell his hyungs what had happened between the two of you, you are Taehyung’s girlfriend.

Jungkook rubbed his face, pacing around his room, not understanding what happen. Why did you cry? Why did you seem so angry to see him with another girl? Did you mistaken him with Taehyung and thought Tae’s cheating on you? Only a crazy man would cheat on someone as perfect as you. But you did say something about him not reading your text. You even mentioned his name. What’s going on? Urghhh he’s so confused!

“Okay coconut head. Tell me what happen, now!” Taehyung suddenly enters his room, fuming. “Y/N just came out from your room, bawling her eyes out. And now she doesnt even answer my calls or texts!”

“Its.. its,” Jungkook didnt know what to say. How can he tell his hyung, his best friend, his brother, that he likes his girlfriend. Love even? And he had even kissed her? That’s like throwing himself under the bus. But he knows he has to come clean someday. Especially when its Taehyung. Their bond is too special for him to continue lying to his face.

“Spill it Jungkook,” Taehyung sternly warn him. “Let me help you then. What happen with you and Y/N in the elevator? I know you have been avoiding her since then,” Taehyung starts off when Jungkook still didnt answer. Jungkook is suprise that Taehyung actually notice that. Jungkook took a heavy breath before he opens his mouth.

“Hyung, before I tell you, please know that I’m sorry and I regret it and I-”

“You like Y/N dont you?” Taehyung cut him off, arms crossing over his chest. Jungkook avoided his eyes and decides to come clean.

“Ye..yes. but I know-”

“Hah, I knew it!” Taehyung jumps around happily, mouth spread into a huge grin. Jungkook is more confused than ever. Why is Taehyung happy that he likes you? What kind of boyfriend is he? Does he gets off to the thoughts of someone else being in love with his girlfriend of something?

“Hyung. I know she’s your girlfriend and I’m sorry. I kissed her in the elevator and I’m sorry I broke the bro code. I didnt mean to do it. It just happens. I was caught in the moment. I promise I will stay away from her,” Jungkook rambled on, voice filled with guilt.

Taehyung’s laughs gets louder until he’s clutching his stomach. “You are really stupid!” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in confusion. What is he on about now? He knows that Taehyung is weird, but this is too weird, even for him. “When have I ever said that Y/N is my girlfriend, you dumbass?” Taehyung managed to control his laughter this time.

“Wh..what?” Jungkook stuttered. “But..but when you introduced her, you said she’s your special someone. And..and you call her babe! Andyou guys are always together! You guys look like a sickeningly sweet couple!”

“I said she’s my special someone. I didnt say she’s my girlfriend, you idiot! She’s special to me because we have known each other since we were kids! We were practically twins growing up. She’s like family. Even my mother thinks of her as a daughter. And I call her babe because that’s a nickname we use since we were younger. Since when does babe implies that you are surely dating anyway?” Taehyung question. “And what do you mean we look like a couple? A couple of best friends maybe. She’s been spending more time with you than with me since I introduce you to her!” Taehyung pouts.

“Wha..what?” Jungkook fell down on his bed, trying to process this new information. You and Taehyung are not together? You guys are just best friends? Freaking best friends?

“And for your information. She likes you. Like a lot. She keeps on gushing about you until I feel like sewing her mouth shut. No wonder she said you always seems like you are setting a boundary around her. You thought she’s my girlfriend?” Taehyung laughs again. Jungkook only hears she likes you a lot, and both guilt and butterflies starts to creeps up his chest.

“Wait. You said you kissed her right?” Taehyung suddenly remembers his confession. Jungkook nodded. “And then you avoid her? And then she finds you in your room kissing some random chick?” Jungkook nodded again. His stupidity sounds even worse when Taehyung said it loud and clear like that. “Oh boy. You got some major shit on your hands. That is if you really like her and wants her back. You do like her right?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “I will not allow you to play with my best friend’s heart, maknae,” Taehyung’s voice us stern, warning him.

“I do. I like her hyung,” Jungkook looked dowbln, embarassed . “I think I’m in love with her,” Jungkook finally admits. Taehyung nodded his head.

“Then you have to get her back,”

Ever since what happened in Jungkook’s room, you no longer hangs out with the boys. You need time to heal before you can see him again. You feel used as apparently Jungkook’s been going around kissing everybody. What you had in the elevator is not special. All the bond you thought you create with him is just an illusion. You thought wrong.

You went to the practice room at one of the dance academy near your home. You are close with the owner and he lets you use it whenever they are closed for the day. Dancing is what you do when you are stressed out, or when something is bothering you, or when you need a break from all the medical terminalogy you’ve been cramming your head with all day long. This is a secret that only Taehyung knows as he usually accompany you and watch you dance when you were younger.

You went to the usual room that you use and flicked the lights on. You wonder why the lights seems to be dimmed today but you got yoir answer when your vision is greeted with the sight of hundreds of balloons decorating the ceiling and the floor is covered with roses. Every single inch of it. And in the corner of the room, stood one Jeon Jungkook, as handsome as ever, holding a single rose, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Isnt this a scene from your Boys In Luv video or something?” you sarcastically said, hands on your hips. Jungkool chuckle. “And do you mind picking up your roses that’s all over the floor? And your balloons too? I need this practice room. Shouldnt you be giving all this to your girlfriend instead?” you pressed on the word girlfriend.

“I’m sorry but I dont think I have a girlfriend. I’m single, for now,” Jungkook said, taking a step closer. “And as I was informed, so do you, as for now,”

You look at him, confused. What is he talking about? You have always been single.You have never been in a relationship before.

“What are you talking about? I know I’m not dating anyone. Not sure about you though,” you said, still pressing on the issue about him kissing the girl.

“I know you dont. Well, at least now I also know you dont,” Jungkook slowly walk closer until he’s standing right in front of you. You raised an eyebrow, silently asking him what he meant.

“Y/N… I’m sorry for my behavior. For putting a wall between us. For pushing you away,” he looks into your eyes then shifted his gaze away. “Actually…I…I thought you and Taehyung are together,” he paused. “That’s why I try to stay away from you when I realized how bad I have fallen for you,” Jungkook finally admits. His confession startled you. You really want to stay mad at him. You really do. But what he’s saying is so innocent and honest and just adorable. How can someone be this innocent? You keep it in mind to smack Taehyung in the head when you see him next time. You had told him to not be so clingy and to stop introducing you to everyone he knows as if you are he’s girlfriend. He is the reason why you are single for the whole of your high school career. And you almost lost Jungkook too.

You laugh and Jungkook smile at that. He really hopes your laugh means that you will forgive and accept him. He really wont know how to recover if you reject him. Then your smile dissappeared.

“But that doesnt explain what I saw the other day though. I thought what we shared in the elevator is special, but apparently you just go around kissing everybody Jungkook. And I cant be with someone like that,” you start to turn around but he grabs your wrist and pull you closer. His chest sticks to your back as he hugs you.

“No! No Y/N. What we had is special. What you saw the other day…that’s just me trying to get over you,” Jungkook turned you around to face him as he hastily explain himself. “Y/N, I have met and been introduced to millions of girls all over the world, and no one, no one is ever able to penetrate my cold heart. Until the night when I laid my eyes on you. I knew at that moment that I have fallen so deep for you. And when Taehyung said you are his someone special, I thought that the world is unfair. How can fate bring you to me but I’m not able to have you? Then we got closer… and we kissed. I dont think my heart can take it Y/N, after feeling you in my arms and I still wont be able to make you mine? I knew I needed to stay away from you. Get over you. I thought you will  never be mine. When Tae-hyung told me loud and clear that the both of you are just friends, I feel like the whole world suddenly got brighter again,” Jungkook is breathless. He grabs both of your hands. “I love you Y/N. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. To love me. You told me that we all need a purpose in life, and I’ve found mine. Its you Y/N, its you. Please Y/N, will you be mine?”

You felt your heart soared at his words. You had fallen for him not long after Taehyung introduced you to him. His akwardness, his shy smile, his cockiness when he gets comfortable. You have fallen for everything. And it has been your dream since then for him to actually fall in love with you too. Now he’s right in front of you. Jeon Jungkook is right in front of you, whispering words of promises and love, in a room that is filled with thousands of roses and hundreds of balloons. Nothing could be more surreal than this, so you answer with the only thing that you know you should,

“Yes Jungkook, I will.”

[drugsbestfriend-blog]

A depressed self loathing plea for help;;

Right so im suicidal as shit. I want to die so fucking bad but what will everyone think? If i didn't have this anxiety i would be dead. That and my daughter she's just turned two and she's incredibly clever and drop dead gorgeous she brand reps for a lot of companies im so proud of her. I love her so much but then at the same time i feel nothing at all..

I just feel so cold and so lonley inside me and my girlfriend are good i mean she wants to get married but i dont want to make a promise when i can't see myself being here by the time a wedding comes. Its not that i dont love her, i do. So much its just that i hate me. Its almost funny and ironic really how all of this feeling alienated and depressed is so incredibly narcissistic im doing this to myself. I know i am, i know its my head..

i know I'm fucked up.

I'm pushing everybody cloose to me away i always stay in and ponder my existence.

I do have passions though which i find so odd. I connect so much with music it's almost scary. I'm always constantly listening to music these artits speak to me. I feel their pain and i feel those songs are written about me which again is so narcissistic.. I've now started starving myself and turned back down the dark road. I started smoking weed consistently roughly 8 years ago because I've always struggled to concentrate on one thing at once and getting high helps slow my mind. Which leads to another abnormality of mine i have A.D.D (attention deficit disorder) and a overactive mind shadowing the depression and anxiety which is eating me alive.

I thengot pretty hooked on cocaine and M.D.M.A they helped make me feel better. I always called it my personal eurphoria. Damn i loved that shit.. I've always felt a connection with drugs. Never been much of a drinker though as my mother has a drinking problem which will inevitably be the slow painfully heartbreaking end of her. always said i dont want that for my kid and I've stuck to my word. My perfect beautiful little girl won't lose her father, her protector, her daddy, her hero to alcohol.. Great right?

No, She'll lose him to some stupid fucking issue's in his own fucking head or an OD on some shit.

See, the thing with the drugs is one of my closest friends who i met at work just happened to be the guy with the best sniff it the county. My dude got cash for days. He ain't short of shit i thought he had it real nice but with closer inspection.. he isn't happy. The guys like nearly thirty lost like 5 teeth has two kids and a mrs he's punching with. Still, every night he proceeds to go out and get wired.. it was great yeah.. but why didn't he want to be with his family? Somethint wasn't right.. still isn't i mean it's better but not good well obviously i got my sniff from him as he brought it into work so it was too easy, too tantalising i just had to find my self medicated remedy.

And i did. When i was wired i could relax. The other day the prefect metaphor for my thought process was revealed, so you know the london tubes at rush hour? So cramped you couldn't scratch your arse, so hot, sweaty and the stench is unbearable and then you finally get outside and there's nobody to be seen only visual perfection a slight fresh breeze, not too cold just enough to instantly relax as you take that fresh non polluted air. Thats what that first line is. That breath of fresh air i was hooked. At work every hour i was in the toilet racking up on my phone.

The journey of my pitiful ugly downward spiral was plunging dangerously out of control.

I then discovered mandy. That shit was insane. Pure crystals that good shit ya know..

I was in love with drugs, running parallel beside the unfathomable thought of how people become junkies..

The whole time i "knew what i was doing" i also "knew my limit" little did anybody know i was hoping to die.

I was having sex with every girl i could as often as i could.. the thought of blood going to my dick to stop me thinking so much didn't help in the slightest but it felt good. It may me feel good. Confident almost. I was impersonating personalities i had created in my head.. just to see if i could do it. That's not normal and i needed help. I was just too scared to talk about it. So i gave it some to the conclusion accurate or not I'd convinced myself it was right, if i take happy piils (anti depressants) and chill pills (anti anxiety shit) it would be adequately act as a alternative solution to these potential schizophrenic thoughts and/or actions.

I booked a doctors appointment and i told him just what he needed to hear to get what i needed but i was denied due to an attempt on my love prior to this. So they offered me the "wellbeing" which sucks dick its a load of patronizing questions to make these dark strong thought so much more prominent. So i jacked that in and carried on with my drugs.

Light at the end of the tunnel?

When my better half fell pregnant with my angel i dropped all the drugs. I said that's it now time for a change. My partner and i had only been together for a matter of weeks before i knocked her up so she knew about the drugs bur she didn't know how deep i was. So i got sober and my baby was born the whole time I'm still constantly experiencing this endless mental torture. A year down the line me and my partner agreed i would have 1 joint a night to help me get more than a couple hours of sleep a night which was great for a few months then we upped my dose to 2 to help my anxiety then 3 to have more control. It was bullshit i just loved being high. It took me somewhere. So i am now.. 5 a.m suicidal high as fuck and wired. Just venting.. to this safe place i can be someone and nobody

I need help i guess

[verritytorres]

radiant

anons note: i made it so its only been three months since call was arrested that he talks to rufus or whatever, mostly because i dont want like, a year age gap between everyone and the void kids, and like have everyone but tamara & jasper a year behind in school. i wonder how the magisterium would react to having not one, not two, but THREE makars?

…

call wakes up.

this is an odd phrase to start a story with. normally one would begin with explaining that call was asleep, before abruptly throwing the reader into the action like this, but i digress.

man, i have got to stop reading literary analysis before bed, thinks call.

but there hasn’t been books for him to read since before he was-

:wait, where am i?:

he looks down at his hands, expecting to see shackles but finding none. he looks around, and blinks for a second.

then blinks again.

:what the fuck???:

theres black, everywhere, and call instinctively knows he is in the same place that the elemental automotones was banished to.

is he alone? the only soul in the endless empty? is this his punishment?

oh, wait, theres aaron, he thinks. aaron waves from beside a spectral girl he thinks looks pretty scary.

:wait- aaron?:

  can you run in the void? there is no place to go- can you even walk? if you could, would you be able to tell?

the answer is yes, but only if there’s something else in the void to mark your progress- like how hitting the arrow keys in a video game doesnt mean shit if you’re in an empty, dark, undefined room, but distance suddenly gains meaning when you realize, no, the game’s not broken, its just a dark corridor and there’s the final boss- for example, a plastic, 1:1 scale replica of stonehenge completely indistinguishable from the real thing, a melting rhino, or your long-dead best friend’s ghost will mark your progress quite well.

  aaron is… a specter. so’s the girl beside him, who call is only marginally surprised to recognize as verity torres. they are both washed out, and unshadowed (somehow- where’s the light in this boring shithole coming from, anyways?) like an old polaroid held over a flashlight. their eyes are hollow white but curved with smiles.

as quick as call registers all this he is running towards aaron and scooping the now slightly shorter boy into a giant hug.

well.

trying to.

his hand goes through aaron like a mirage on a hot summer day.

aaron flickers out where call is trying to hold him and looks at his feet.

:aaron:, asks call, :why can’t i hug you?:

:because he’s dead, shitlips:, calls verity with her hands around her mouth.

aaron nods. he looks small and about to cry.

:wait, whats wrong?:, says call. he’s been thinking/saying/projecting telepathically the word wait a lot recently.

:i… i missed you.:

:we thought you wouldn’t show, birdcall.:, adds verity. she is hilarious and trustworthy, decides call.

call thinks for a moment. rare occurence, he thinks upon narrating this in his head. ouch. he just keeps dissing himself into a deeper hole.

:i think it was because of the handcuffs:, says call, :they were magic blockers, so whatevers letting me see dead people must have been stopped from activating.:

:technically, we’re not dead. we’ve been abruptly torn from our bodies and preserved with our innate chaos magic. we are the ultimate forms of the chaos-ridden:, says verity matter-of-factly. call gets the feeling that she’s wicked smart and suspects that she and tamara would get along quite well.

:handcuffs?: asks aaron, always paying attention to priorities instead of stupid science or whatever that call totally understands, yup.

:after you, uh… got voided, the mages kind of arrested me for being the Enemy Of Death and all:, says call, :i am not good at keeping secrets, by the way. i’ve been in the Panopticon since then, about 3 months of time. they just took the STUPID DUMB handcuffs off and replaced them with a ball-and-chain shackle like from gym class jump-roping lessons today.:

:holy shit:, says verity, :he talks more than i do, aaron.:

:shit, call, im so fucking sorry:, says aaron, ignoring verity. call stifles a surprised gasp at his language and smiles.

:its okay, aaron. its not your fault. i’m going to fix this.:

:fix what?:

:all of this shit. i’m going to KILL that little bitch alex, and im going to save you. im going to save you both, and we’re all gonna be TOGETHER again, and we’ll all go to the collegium together and watch shitty movies and tease jasper, and everybody will be happy again. all of us. i will save you both, and verity will become our friend too and she and tamara will probably run for president together and win.:

:im touched:, says verity, trying to act sarcastic but smiling, :you sure know how to pick ‘em, aaron.:

:she meant pick COUNTERWEIGHTS and BEST FRIENDS, right, TORRY?!?!:, replies aaron frantically, which confused call because he assumed that was implied.

:sure:, says verity noncommittally.

:when will i come back here?: asks call, interrupting aarons red-faced protests with the air of an oblivious man.

:hell if i know:, says verity, :i figure you’ll end up back here eventually.:

call looks at aaron again. holds his hand out tentatively to his friends washed out, ghostly one.

aaron reaches for calls hand, still a little red-cheeked.

his hand dissolves in calls proximity, but they pretend. it will have to do, until call revives them.

call will revive them, thinks aaron. it is hard for aaron to not believe that- to aarons eyes, his own hand is normally colored, nothing out of the ordinary, as is verity’s- but call’s hand is glowing.

I AM CRYING REAL TEARS VOID ANON I LOVE YUO

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Post 3 - Reasonably Certain

Have you ever noticed how tall a flag pole at school really is? Looking up from its bottom, when you sit at it, it can make you feel similar to how the cosmos does: small and finite. It seems to reach forever, and sitting at its base, watching the autumn sky turn shades of orange and fade to dark, I might have wondered if any tongues were ever stuck to this pole on some ridiculous childhood bet or dare......

My spine crushed up against the shining metal giant, my head crushed in to my knees and I watered any secret flowers in the ground with tears. I didn't want to be here. It felt like hours had passed, actually it felt like years had passed and that is because hours actually HAD passed, which brought the tide of the student body from the cleared cafeteria of the local high school to the courtyard waiting area, where parents had already been waiting to pick up their shining little stars.

Eventually I heard a car slow down, and stop in front of me. I didn't have to look up to know it was my families car...just as any person can learn the sound of their own car, you pick out the little nuances in its sputters, squels, and clunks......or maybe you only do that when you are one of the only families with a car manifesting those discernible and audible traits......

I didnt want to look up, I didn't want to get up. As much as I hated facing the student body and the torment they brought to me, I hated facing my mother even more because I knew I broke her heart. I was one of her greatest joys but to everybody else besides my father and maybe brother, I was nothing but a joke and punchline......I didn't want to have the conversation, I didn't want to be right, and I didn't want to compete in a crying contest......

It was 1994, October and I was 13, going on 14 years old. I was in 9th grade which had just started the prior month, but for me it was the same as 8th grade, which was the same as 7th grade, which was the same as 6th grade: that is I got punched everyday, shoved, spit on, and called faggot at least 100 times...everyday.

There was a girl that had transferred to our school and her name was Kayla. She had wonderfully wavy auburn hair that fell to just below her shoulders, and a pale face with soft features, and lips thatdefy description. I remember her laugh, hearing it in the hallways or classrooms. She was beautiful to me, and to most people, and she gave off an air of innocence, like she would not harm anything.

Kayla had no trouble adjusting to this new school system and was already, in the less than 2 months she had been there, surrounded with friends who were both boys and girls.

Now, there is a neccessity I find, for somebody faced with atrocity to put themselves in a fantasy world in order to process and make it through the harsh reality they face. Kayla was my fantasy in those times. Not sexually, I had not reached that point yet. This fantasy centered solely around the idea that she would be different, that she would NOT call me a faggot, or point at me and sneer, and laugh with her friends. I fantasized that she would talk to her friends and make them relent the torture they put me through. And most of all, I fantasized that Kayla would actually talk to ME, and that we would be friends forever.

There was a homecoming dance approaching and though 9th grade dances, I am told decades later, dont mean anything, to the 9th grader version of me it meant a lot of things. It meant dread, and it marked perhaps the first time my delusional and wanton love propelled some fantasy, which put me in harms way.

I suppose it didn't help that my mother forced me to go.

It's not that she was malicious, she was not. Quite the contrary. My mom believed in attrition, and she came from a pretty moral, catholic polish upbringing. Turn the other cheek was a big concept for her. I remember her telling me how I could not let those kids see that I was being bothered by them, that if I just acted like nothing was wrong, and I let it roll off me, that it would pass eventually.

I would find later in life that this tactic does have its place, in fact it can be both a miracle and a nuclear bomb to somebody. During this time in my life though it was nothing but emaciating......hindsight is bitch but its always 20/20......

I fought as hard as I could to not go to this dance because I knew what awaited me beyond the assault of "you never know if you dont try" that I was being subjected to, and would fire off like a machine gun in the trench warfare that would be my life. There are some things that are reasonably certain: that the sun is going to rise for the rest of the days I am alive and that you are alive; that someday I am going to die and so will you; that pizza is universally great (except the cardboard-like pizzaposter they served in school lunches...that was nasty....though again, hindsight...) and that the kid who had been getting beaten and called faggot everyday of his life for the last three or so years and had zero friends or social skills, was going to be anything BUT the laghing stock and joke of this school dance.

Maybe not guaranteed, but most definitely reasonably certain.

Parents are always correct and I was on my way to the dance. I remember the shirt I wore, it was this long sleeve button up, with metal snap buttons. It was a blue/grey and it had a colorful stripe pattern that was not obnoxious, but certainly was not setting the paris runways ablaze either. I thought it was cool and I liked it.

In the car I started to escape in to my fantasy world, where Kayla would notice me, that THIS would be the night. I got a lot crammed in to this fantasy in the 10 minutes it took to deposit me in front of the entrance to the school.

After getting out of the car with the information that my mother would be back in about 3 hours, I looked at the entrance to the school, which resembled exactly how the house in Night of the Demons looks when the characters first arrive for the party. It looked overwhelming, scary, and unwelcoming.

The sidewalk was wide and was poured with that really white cement, and it would narrow to where the doors gave entrance to the main hallway of the high school. As you would walk up this sidewalk, the cafeteria was on the left, and before I even started walking I could see the crystal ball, the lights, the decorations, and the numerous girls and boys.

The dread I felt to walk up that sidewalk, and expose myself to the student body was immeasurable. Imagine a sniper who has wounded you, but you have taken refuge behind good cover. However, you know to go anywhere, you have to leave said cover, and you know that is certain death. That is pretty close, I imagine, to how I felt in this moment.

I warred with myself to move my feet, and slowly I watched them take one step, then another. I somehow picked my eyes up, looked in, and scanned the place. I would try so hard to project the thought and energy that I was cool, that I was worth knowing. This projection would get smothered and obliterated as soon as my presence became known. I would nod at somebody, smile, and say "whats up?" like we were buddies, nd I would get a response that insinuated that I wanted to suck their dick, and then laughter from the person and any of their friends.

Though numerically speaking, in terms of feet and inches or meters, it was shorter than the walk up the sidewalk, It was an even longer walk across the cafeteria/dance floor to where I would try to stand and blend in and wait for a girl to ask me to dance. I got myself a cup of orange drink and stood among the other boys.

The first remark I heard was from a kid who told his friend to not stand with his back toward me because I would try to fuck him. The friend turned around laughed, and told me "back up faggot."

More similar comments  came my way until I was standing in the corner by myself, looking mostly at the ground and having already gave up on the orange drink. I looked up at some point and I saw Kayla across the cafeteria, she was with a few people. I longed so badly to talk with her, for her to just notice me....to dance with me.

I saw one of her friends look at me, laugh, then the other friends looked at me, at which point I cast my gaze back to my generic brand pump sneaker. I dont know if Kayla laughed at me or not, or if she even looked at me. In my mind I was not even worth her looking at to mock.

I could not hold on to the fantasy, and I felt it slip away with each beat of the song that was playing. Kids had started dancing with each other and before everyone was paired up, I received a shower of some ice which had been thrown my way by an upper classman. There were a few girls who did not have dance partners, but I was not worthy because to dance with me, to even talk to me, would have gotten them thrown from their social circle. So instead they snickered, laughed, occasionally gazed at me while doing so.

Again...not certain they were talking or joking about me...but reasonably certain.

Before the song was over, I made an even more awkward walk back across the cafeteria to the door. More than one person remarked about having to watch out for the faggot, protect their date from the faggot. In a surprise turn of events, there was not nearly as much physical pushing or tripping as I expected.

I walked out the door, back in to the hallway, and then back outside and tp the flag pole.

I collapsed under it and though the sky was mostly clear in its dusk, a rain flooded down my face. Just like any storm it came in waves over the next couple of hours. I would cry myself out then just sit, feeling the rapidly cooling and darkening air, and then I would have another wave of tears, sobs, and heavy breathing.

The fantasy crept back in, that Kayla would come out and see how much I was hurting, how I was alone. She would put her hand on mine, and her arm would entwine through mine and we would watch the burning sky. She would dry the tears and be the rainbow that came after the rains.

Shortly after the fantasy started it dissolved in to replaying the loop of the last 20-30 minutes, and wondering when my mom would get there. I tried to break up the loop by projecting my thoughts to my mom, hoping she would hear them and come to the rescue. Just like Kayla however, they never reached her, and I waited under that flag pole for about 2 hours.

Unlike Kayla, my mother eventually came and before any words were spoken in the car, I knew her regret. I saw it on her face, I felt her painful energy. I don't think we spoke much on the ride home. There was not much to say, but anybody who would have seen us, or would have been in the car, even near an opened window of it, would have felt that heavy energy of sorrow pour from that car, like a fog in those old science fiction and horror films I escaped to.

I can say that with pretty reasonable certainty.

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Malaysia could be on your list of adventurous traveling destinations for so many reasons. They are known for their beaches and rainforests with a rich heritage culture, loads of activities, and sites to see. As for activities, they have big caves and old temples to visit, some of which are pretty whacky and scary. Malaysia also has lots of exotic foods to try. Malaysians believe that if you visit their country, you will instantly fall in love with it. According to the website Malaysia.travel, “To know Malaysia is to love Malaysia.” Their slogan “Malaysia, truly Asia” proves that in the country one can discover a convergence of different races—Indians, Malays, Chinese, and many other—that altogether live peacefully and harmoniously. With the diversity of cultures that thrive in Malaysia, it should come as no surprise that it is home to hundreds of colorful festivals. Because of this, Malaysians naturally love to socialize and celebrate. If you’ve never been to Malaysia before or even if you have already visited it, you might want to consider reading this list of 15 disturbing facts Malaysians don’t want you know about their country. The list includes some pretty weird things, including strange superstitions, icky eating habits (just a warning, worms are involved), and growing and building the largest things on Earth.

#1 They Have The Grossest Infestation Of Cockroaches Thriving in one of the caves of Malaysia, Gomantong Cave in Sabah, are cockroaches in abundance. In fact, the worst infestation in the world. They are all there fighting for food from bat droppings and thriving from the wet environment. Remind me never to visit this large cave in my life. What sounds worse than bat droppings from the ceiling and cockroaches swarming at your feet? It gets worse. Not only do they have the worst infestation of cockroaches in the world! They have a problem with large snakes too. Drum roll, please! King Cobras. Yes, you guessed it right. The largest venomous snake in the world is found in Malaysia. The longest King Cobra was found at Port Dickson in 1937. It was so huge that they captured it and took it to a zoo in London where it grew to 5. 71 meters.

#2 Practice Of Needles Under The Skin! Here is a practice that you do not want to try! Shamans practice cosmetic sorcery by poking gold, silver, or precious metals underneath their skin. This practice developed from the pre-Islamization era of Malaysia and Indonesia. This is meant to make the Shaman who partakes in this practice of poking himself with needles never die. This practice is also meant to prevent his spouse from cheating on him. It’s also believed to heal his ailments and infections in the body and bring everlasting youth and beauty. Very strong claims for a simple weird practice of poking yourself.

#3 Crazy Flying Records You might not have heard much about Malaysia and its accomplishments, but this one was quite the real deal. Dr. Shikh Muszaphar Shukor is an astronaut from Malaysia. He was practicing Ramadan when he was meant to fly to space. He didn’t let this deter him. In fact, he actually became the first Muslim astronaut to practice Ramadan while in space. Think that’s crazy? They also had the youngest pilot fly around the world by himself. Captain James Anthony Tan was only twenty-one years old when he chose to fly around the world all by himself in 2013. He flew a thirty-year-old Cessna 210 Eagle aircraft for twenty-two miles around twenty-one countries in fifty days! Talk about guts, I would be too scared to fly a plane full stop.

#4 Weird Superstitions Old beliefs do not die easily. For instance, Malaysians are still afraid of the number four. If you go to Malaysia, you will find that in lifts and on unit floors the number four doesn’t exist. They usually replace this with 3A. This apparently comes from the old superstition that the number four sounds similar in phonetics to the word death. On the other hand, they see the number eight with a lot of favor, mostly because the Cantonese pronunciation sounds like ‘batt’ sounds similar to ‘faat’ which refers to wealth and prosperity. So impressed are they with this number that you’ll often see men driving around with the number eight prominently on their number plates. They have many superstitions. Apparently, according to ancient belief, if a cat jumps over a coffin with a dead person inside before the coffin is buried, the man will come back to life! This doesn’t sound like a very hard feat to bring someone’s life back. I wonder why they don’t try to have more cats jump over coffins, like a regular ritual at burial services.

#5 They Grow Some Of The Biggest Things In The World Though not a very large country, Malaysia grows some of the most gigantic things in the world. Found naturally in Malaysia is the biggest flower in the whole world known as the Rafflesia. They also have the biggest undivided leaf, the Alocasia Macrorrhiza from Tawau, in Sabah. They have the largest cave chamber in existence, known as the Sarawak Chamber at Gunung Mulu National Park. The cave chamber covers an area of 1.66 million square feet! This was discovered in January 1981 by three British cavers during their Mulu eighty expedition. You certainly wouldn’t want to get lost in there. Apart from that, they also have the largest insect in the world—a stick bug. Named as Chan’s Megastick, the stick bug measures up to 56.6 centimeters. The bug was discovered in 1989 by a naturalist, Datuk Chan Chew Lun, in Sabah. After having read about all of these massive things, I’m sure you couldn’t decide whether to consider this cool or freaky. It makes one wonder why almost everything grows gigantic in Malaysia?

#6 They Have An Old Custom Involving Babies And Worms Malaysia is known as a place of rich heritage and culture. Some of their cultural traditions are a bit stranger than you would imagine. For instance, traditionally in Iban communities in Malaysia, babies and young children are referred to as ‘ulat’ until they are given a name of their own. The word ‘ulat’ actually means worm! Somehow, this is meant to be given in an affectionate way. The idea of having a generic nickname until an official name is decided on was actually common for many traditional cultures. The use of the nickname worm is rather odd, though. If it was a bit of a cooler nickname like ‘precious’ or ‘cool kid’, then I wouldn’t mind adopting a tradition like this. I think it’s much better than everybody referring to the baby as an ‘it’ for the first few days or weeks (some people take an awfully long time to decide on their baby’s name).

#7 They Make The Biggest Things Ever worried about getting lost on a long endless road? Well that fear might actually come true if you stay in Malaysia. They have made the longest highways in the world. In fact, the total length of their highways is 40,934 miles. That’s more than the circumference of the earth at 24,901 miles! The plan was to make it easier to get around, but making roads longer than the entire earth is just plain freaky. As if the 40,934-mile highway wasn’t enough, they also designed the biggest roundabout in existence, the Persiaran Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Shah in Putrajaya. It’s not just me that gets lost reading these really long names, is it? Its diameter is 2.7 miles (3.5 km). In 2015, they won a Guinness World Record for the largest hotel in the world known as Genting’s First World Hotel. It has three stars and has 7,351 rooms. This sounds like a place worth staying, doesn’t it?

#8 First To Try This Crazy New Medical Procedure You probably wouldn’t guess it but the first arm and hand transplant was actually performed in Malaysia on a little girl. Up until this moment, only hand transplants are done. This procedure took place with Dr. V. Pathmanathan in charge of the team. They operated on 18 May 2000 at Selayang Hospital on a baby girl only one month after she was born. Her name was Chong Lih Ying. Her new arm and hand was actually from her identical twin sister who died at birth from severe brain damage. Only five months later, she was already waving both of her hands and cuddling her teddies. The surgeon responsible believed that the surgery would be successful only because they had used the identical twin’s limb so this means they have similar cells and come from the same blood group. I guess there’s always a silver lining in the dark cloud.

#9 Boats Capsizing They have boats capsizing. According to a post from news.com.au in January 2017, “A boat ferrying 40 people from Indonesia has capsized off Malaysia’s coast, killing at least nine people and leaving nearly 30 were missing. . .The agency said a combination of overloading and bad weather and heavy seas were believed to have caused the accident.” Apparently, this incident was not the only occurrence of boats capsizing. A number of similar accidents have occurred along the waterways of Indonesia and Malaysia. More often than not, these accidents are caused by overloading of ferryboats carrying laborers who seek for work in Malaysian plantations and factories. According to a news article, in November 2016, “more than half of the 101 passengers aboard a boat died after it hit a reef and sank off the Indonesian island of Batam, south of Singapore. Four months earlier, a boat sank while en-route to Batam. Malaysian authorities recovered eight bodies and rescued 34 people.”

#10 They Don’t Take Jokes Lightly If you’re planning to go on a vacation in Malaysia and see all the terrific and great sites of the land, always bear in mind that their law system is rather very strict. And if you’re caught being very silly, you might just end up in jail. In October 2016, according to 9news, nine Australian men were put in prison for stripping down to colorful Speedo trunks in the design of the Malaysian flag. As if that wasn’t enough, they drank beer out of their shoes and sang in a public place during celebrations at the Grand Prix. While the crowd found them the pinnacle of amusement and joy, many cheering on and taking selfies with them, the authorities put them directly in prison. Authorities said that they would receive their sentence with a possibility of getting out easily by simply paying a fine. However, there’s still a greater possibility of being sentenced up to two years of prison “with intentional insult to breach the peace.”

#11 Malaysian Delicacy Will Make You Want To Vomit Okay so when I read this strange fact, I actually had to stop myself from gagging. In East Malaysia, they have a delicacy that you never want to try. Although they are said to have a creamy consistency and not taste half as bad as they sound, would you still want to go all the way to the country and eat these rather stout and “juicy” worms? Probably not! Mostly eaten as a treat in Sabah and Sarawak’s native tribes are the larvae of sago worms. Thankfully, this has mostly been phased out in modern menus around the country, though you can still find them stir-fried, roasted, or simply raw at weekly markets and at tourist attractions! Why tourist attractions? Leave it for the old tribes please. But yes, you can find them at tourist attractions like Monsopiad Cultural Village where they’re served to the tourists as part of their program. Maybe this is why they name their babies after worms. This is the absolute most appealing picture I could find. Just try Googling larvae sago worms and imagine eating them raw. Bon Appetit!

#12 They Have Fruit That Stinks The Durian fruit, a real charm in Malaysia. These were banned from traveling on the Singapore Mass Transit because of their intense odor even when still unopened. You either love the fruit or you hate it. And for most, it’s a hate relationship. Though in Malaysia, most people love this fruit and some even love the smell. When they are in season, they have durian fruit buffets that people flock to to eat as many durians as they want. A Malaysian source still suggested bringing mouthwash along. According to food writer Richard Sterling, “Its odor is best described as pig-sh*t, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away. Despite its great local popularity, the raw fruit is forbidden from some establishments such as hotels, subways and airports, including public transportation in Southeast Asia.” Anthony Bourdain calls it “indescribable, something you will either love or despise. … Your breath will smell as if you’d been French-kissing your dead grandmother.” Judging from what I’m hearing, I’d rather give this fruit a miss.

#13 Cat Museum In A City Named After Cats Open from 9am to 5pm every day, this is a cat lover’s dream coming true. Some visitors have complained online that it’s rather overpriced for a dingy rundown place with not so much to see. Though according to their website, they only charge for photos and filming (perhaps these charges are outrageous?). According to Sarawaktourism.com, “The World’s first Cat Museum, devoted to all things feline, is in Petra Jaya in the Kuching City North City Hall. Cat lovers will find a range of exhibits, photos, feline art and cat souvenirs; over 4,000 of them. The museum is housed on the ground on the City Hall Building, spread over four galleries covering a total area of 1,035 sq meter.” The cat is said to be a good luck charm, so I guess they decided to make a museum of 4000 things of good luck! Personally I would much rather visit a couple of cute little kittens at a pet shop or a cat café than go through 1,035 square meters of souvenirs and paintings of old cats.

#14 Venomous Snake Temple If you weren’t freaked out enough to hear that Malaysia had the largest snakes on record, then maybe the fact that they actually have a venomous snake temple for tourists to visit will make you a little…okay maybe not so little…uneasy. The Penanag Snake Temple is said to house venomous pit vipers and green tree snakes. Upon entering the temple, one can see a big incense burner filling the main prayer hall with smoke. The smoke emitted by these incense burners tranquilizes the serpents and makes them appear motionless or even asleep. Additionally, at the start of the temple, there are tanks that hold pythons and cobras. This is meant to be the best spot to get a photo. This temple is one of the most popular tourist attractions and there’s only a small fee to visit. Someone would have to pay me more than a large fee to get me to even consider visiting that temple.

#15 Mosquito Virus “Zika” According to an article from new.com.au in September 2016, Malaysia is on high alert for the Zika virus. Catching a virus from a mosquito is alarming as they are so small and unassuming. Sure they usually annoy you with their itchy bites, but how do you even avoid them when they’re flying around. If you’re traveling to Malaysia, make sure to bring a load of mosquito repellents. Actually, Malaysia put up a poster at Kuala Lumpur International Airport warning people and advising tourists to be extremely careful by being fully covered in clothing with long sleeves and pants. They’ve also advised tourists to avoid having unprotected sex when they return home for eight weeks. Zika virus is caused by mosquitoes and can leave you with an awful fever.

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Holocaust Dream day after my birthday

I often have dreams I am in search of a safe place to sleep in in a holocaust type war.  In my dream I am not jewish, I am me (Russian America) but I know that if the soldier find me they will kill me because I am from a group they are told to kill.  Luckly in my dreams, Mason is not born yet.  When hiding and looking for shelter I am alone.  In this dream in particular I was hiding in very nice looking homes.  All of the homes had beautiful furniture and other people living there.  I slept very comfortably there but I knew I had to leave soon.  As soon as someone sees us in the house, we need to relocate because that night will be night someone throws a bomb in it.  The house I was staying at had big beautiful windows.  I knew I could be seen very easily but that did not bother me I still felt safe there.  I remember the house before the house I Am describing, everything was very welcoming and cozy but I realized the from door was like a fabric.  The wind would blow it and in a instant the home did not feel safe.  I was not able to lock the front door because it was so bendable.  I saw somebody coming for me in the back yard so I knew any moment they will be coming through the front door.  That was when I ran out of the house in search for another house.  Then I found the big window house and the women there welcomed me with open arms.  I felt safe for the night.  But the morning after, another person came into the house and everyone from the street realized the house was holding people in it.  We locked the door because a crowd of people began trying to knock down the door.  I looked out the windew and looked into the eyes of a red headed man with an evil look,.  I  looked into his eyes and I saw what he was thinking,  He was planning on starting a fire around the house that was hold us.  So I was on the move again.  I often have dreams of me running away having to pass an open field.  When I begin running noone sees me but obviously when run through the open field, the soldiers see me and now they were chasing me and I make myself wake up because I know I am going to die.

When I have scary dreams and it gets to the point where it looks like I will die or see something horrific I am mindfully strong enough to wake myself up before I see anything.  I instantly say, “ It’s time to wake up.” and I open my eyes.  I feel like maybe next time I have this dream I need to bite the bullet and see what happens when they catch me.  Its fear of what my dream will look like when I am caught that makes me want to not experience it.  I’ve had dreams that I woke up crying because it was so sad and I don’t want my brain to show me something I am not ready to watch.But I guess in order to stop the dream I have to figure out what my brain is trying to tell me.

I know I am having these dreams because I am always in search of my identity and a home where I am loved unconditionally..  My ideal vision of a familiy loving me.  In my dreams me relocating often because I don’t feel safe is my feeling of being alone with no protection but me. Thank fully Mason has not been in these dreams because I wouldn’t know what I would do to have to run with a 40 lb toddler.  We would both be caught and then Id really wake up crying cuz Ill see mason get killed.  I think I am the only one there because it is an internal battle for me since adolescents.  In my dream, when I ran out of the big window house, I successfully ran across the field and behind me I heard a whistle from the guards.  They whistled because they were telling everybody in the house I Was at to come outside.  I saw everyone begin to line up in front of the guard and I knew they were lining up to get shot.

It was a very cold, sad and dark dream.  I know it could have been worse because I could have actually seen dead bodies or people being shot.  But I dont see dead bodies in these kind of dreams so that is good Its just me running and running finding shelter for the night.