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[monstersflashlight]

shadow monster too shy to admit its feeling ~some typa way~

@monstersmonstersmonsters

Shadow monster who follows you around. He stalks you and follows you everywhere you go. You don't understand why he's doing it, but every time you turn there's a shadow blinking slowly at you. You are starting to be tired of his antics.

You finally face him in a dark alley, turning around and asking what's his problem with you. He materializes before you, looking at the floor. He looks embarrassed and you wonder why he's like that. He confesses he likes you and didn't know how to apporach you, so he'd been taking care of you... And maybe spying on you. He saw you the first time when you were exiting the shower and he was just passing by, but he was enthralled by your beauty. He ends up asking you out, and you like being the object of affection of a scary monster, so you say yes, if he promises to stop stalking you (he doesn't, but you go out with him either way, he's really cute).

Later on, when you've been together for a while, he confesses he was looking for a girl to jerk off to when he came across you. He jerked off over your sleeping form and had to clean it before you woke up. Right there, he solves the mystery of how your fav shirt disappeared.

[compassionatereminders]

Holy water should have been an aphrodisiac for vampires instead 😔

@monstersmonstersmonsters

Well I can't say I don't have a thing for vampires, so coming across such a plot twist would definitely entertain me! I'm intrigued by your mind...

[thisquietreverie]

It's Just Bandits All The Way Down by thisquietreverie Via Flickr:

[elderlydirtbag]

monsters university was nothing less than the bomb dot com 

[tockae]

Monsters

The man runs through the dark streets of a desolate London. His breathing’s labored, and the haunted look in his eyes suggests that there is more than just darkness chasing him. Beasts hidden within fairytales and killers only too much real to be one, feels much closer tonight than usual, and even those who scoff at the notion of something being out there, finds themselves tucking their children in early and leaving the lights in their houses on.

But maybe, just maybe, the only thing chasing him is the rain, relentlessly crashing to the ground again and again and again. Making the world dissolve into nothing more than endless curtains of water and noise.

The man keeps running.

Perhaps, he still believes in monsters.