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Rant 06

What is going on in the Supernatural fandom…

I keep seeing INCEST?!?

Wtaf is up with this fandom and incest????

I saw this one fanfic and it was like “Lucifer possesses Sam and sees all the DIRTY thoughts he has about his little sister” or some shit.

What the fuck.

And I check the notes and there’s like 185 or something, none are comments. Most of them were likes.

I don’t know what to say anymore this is scary.

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Rant 05

Y’all gotta stop 💔🥀

I HATE WINCEST, KEEP TS TO YOURSELF PLEASEEE!!!

Genuinely, stop.

I’ve seen a lot of wincest and Sam x Lucifer, and the Sam x Lucifer I don’t care about it’s your business you like It I don’t but I’m not gonna rant about that, you do you.

But wincest though, that’s when it’s time to call up your therapist because there’s something wrong. Insane in the membrane type shit.

Stop posting wincest bro.

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Cried when I saw this on the season finale.

“Supernatural” - the initial carvings in the Winchester bunker table 🤍 family only

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Rant 04

I don’t even know what to say to this.

Im scared? I feel verbally assaulted? This has me in a state of shock I’m still recovering.

How does one think this. How does this make sense in one’s mind. Two brothers. Blood related. Who care for each-other in a brotherly way. And this is what one types out. With full confidence. I am appalled and quite mortified.

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Yap post 03

I keep coming across ageplay and puppy play blogs and It worries me.

Cause at some point you realize that’s a real person. Someone’s posting that blog with passion. Taking time out of their day to post about getting off on being called a dog.

Like I don’t want to kink shame but bro… what💔

A lot of people confuse ageplay with age regression but I don’t hate age regression. See if you regress in the privacy of your house go ahead, I don’t really care. If you post it i might be a little uncomfortable but you do you, it’s an actual trauma response. But then there’s age play. Get that BULLSHIT out my face bro.

I HATE AGEPLAY WITH A PASSION!!!!!!!

And then there’s that puppy play stuff.

Now I have mixed feelings about it. If you do it in the privacy of your own home and done bring it out into the public, i do not care. What you’re into does now concern me. But when you being that into the public, walking around on a leash on the sidewalks, or posting about it. That’s when it’s time for your phone to go into the cage instead of you.

Keep your kinks INDOORS yk in the PRIVACY of your own home. Maybe then you won’t get for it.

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Yap post 02

This is another thing I HATE is these weird ass mfs posting their weird ass thoughts bro.

PLEASE get therapy and write these things in a diary and NOT on tumblr, please and thank you.

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Yap post 01

Seeing wincest posts genuinely makes me nauseous. It genuinely infuriates me.

BROTHERS. Like the main BROTHERS is who you decide to ship bro 💔 how do you see that???

“Oh hey there are some brothers…I think they would totally date.”

I HATE WINCEST I HATE WINCEST I HATE IT!!!!

Every time I see some bs wincest tag it’s an immediate block, including anyone who likes it or reblogs it. I’m trying to exterminate the wincest off my fyp so I don’t gag trying to find a supernatural blog.

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Posting chapter one first just to get feedback on every chapter separately.

Whispers in the Walls pt1

WARNINGS: BEGINNER WRITING 🥀💔 Jk

Nothing really happens in this chapter so idk what to warn you about

" 'It's safe to come out now, sweetie…' my dad said reassuringly, his blue eyes shining at me through the bedroom door.

He's been saying that for a while now.

But it doesn't change the fact that…

My dad's eyes are green…"

Chapter one: home

The Moving truck pulled into the driveway with a loud squeak. The house was painted white, although the paint was peeling and revealed the stained yellowish brick wall behind it. There was also what looked like mold or moss on the side of the house, sort of covering the small windows around the home. One window stood out, a small circle window that looked to be in the attic. The window was stained glass, but it was broken in a few areas so it didn't look pretty like you'd expect.

Mary climbed out of the truck with an annoyed sigh. Her headphones blasting music that, to her parents, sounded like noise and “not actual music”. She usually rolled her eyes and put her headphones back on when they said this. She took her backpack out of the back seat, where she was sitting, and began to walk towards the old, shabby, and broken porch.

"Can we please go back home? We're not that far! This place is…" she looked around with a sort of disgusted look, judging the dark forest that surrounded them. "Something for sure…"

She turned her phone on, just to check her battery when she noticed it was 7:25. It was dark for 7, darker than she’d ever seen before in the small town, which seemed to make the forest around them grow more ominous. She stopped in front of the steps of the house, looking at the fog covered ground before jumping onto the bottom step, letting out an annoyed groan as the end of her pants were now wet.

"It's not that bad, besides, this was the cheapest house near your school." Her mother said with a tired smile, pulling Mary’s little brother out of the car - a French fry still gripped tightly in his hand. Her little brother, Nate, was only 4 years old. Mary was just 14, yet acted mature to the point she had grandparents and aunts giving her money for being “such a good older sister” or immature to the point her old neighbors grimaced at the sight of her.

"I really think I should just leave that school, we get A LOT of homework. And besides, there's a way better school nearby." She playfully smiled at her mom, the school she was talking about was one an old friend was going to. Her mother sighed, curling her short hazelnut hair behind her ear. "No Mary, Azariah is alright on her own. You have friends at your school already."

Mary groaned as she stomped up the stairs, jumping back with a yelp when she almost stepped on a broken board with long rusty nails poking out like the dead’s fingers trying to claw their way out. "How can we live in a house that's falling apart!!" She yelled, then reality hit her and she let out a sigh and looked at her mom. Her mother looked angry. "Do not raise your voice at me young lady, you know exactly why!" Her mother began to grab her purse and keys to the house. Mary stared at her mother with a guilt ridden look, she did know why. As soon as she had gotten in that accident, everything seemed to go downhill.

She began to think of other things, how maybe the inside was better, how maybe she'll have a giant room, how the house won't be messy and destroyed. Her mother walked up the stairs, squeaking with every step as she avoided the nails, and began to try and unlock the door. Mary took her brother from her mothers grasp, accidently waking him, so her mother could unlock the door. Her mother began to angrly turn the key over and over again, it might’ve been jammed, or the key was the wrong one. or just maybe the house didn’t want them inside, trying to shield them from something that never could understand. "Mom, it's the wrong key…" she said quietly, trying not to make her mother angry. Her moms eyes, more tired than usual, closed for a second. "thank you.." she said as she took the right key and opened the door. The door creaked open.

It looked dead inside. As if it had never sheltered a living soul. It smelled awful too, like burnt eggs in a gasoline tank. The walls had the sort of bumpy texture a wall usually would have, but these ones were different, like something was underneath the off-white paint that was trying to be hidden. The first floor had a confusing layout. There were 5 doors; 2 without door knobs, 1 that looked like a push door from a fancy restaurant and the rest had old rusty door knobs. All the doors were white except for one with a dark green stain covering the middle, it looked like it had the same texture of wet seaweed or maybe a chewed up and spat out salad . Mary covered her nose and gagged. "God, this place definitely needs some cleaning.." she looked at what she believed to be the living room and definitely was taken aback. There was a small red couch that had the same green slime over it like a wet blanket, but the couch was supposed to be a loveseat that looked like it was from the 1960s, and nearby was a small glass table that had already been smashed inward. "Jeez mom, what house did you buy…" she looked at one of the doors. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked around. 6 doors on the first floor?! The door seemed a bit small, and different from the others. It was scratched up, she set her brother down and walked towards it. The closer she got to it the more it reeked of something dead. But she kept walking towards it, like it called to her, singing for her to get closer. She held her hand out and touched the door but pulled away immediately after, the door was…slimy? "Oh God! Where's the bathroom?! This is disgusting!" She looked at her hand, the same green slime that was on everything was on her hand now.

Mary gagged. "Oh stop being dramatic." Her mother walked over and touched the door with no reaction except confusion. "What are you talking about? There's nothing here." Mary looked confused as she looked at her hand. The slime was gone. "What? No..no it was just there! What?!" Her mother scoffed in annoyance. "just find a room and stop overreacting. We're lucky we even found a house." Her mother walked over to where Mary sat her brother down on the ground, picked him up and went outside to gather their things from the van. Mary walked away, shifting her backpack that was still slung over her shoulder as she walked towards the room with the barely ajar door. The whole room was covered in the green slime, some of the slime looked like it covered black mold. "Ew! Oh my God this is-" she winced, flinching backwards with a slight stumble, as she looked at her hand, her palm began to flush pink. Mary began to cry and yell, her other hand gripped her wrist until her knuckles turned white as she froze in pain. Her hand was burning and what felt like nails were digging into her palm. She was shaking, the pink began to get darker almost with every second that passed. The pain seemed to worsen as she fell to her knees. Crys turned into sobs. Sobs turned into coughing. Which turned into her vision getting blurry before it all went black ….

"Mary! Mary wake up!!" It rung in her ears like a church bell until finally she fully awoke. Mary coughed and her eyes fluttered open, her cough was gargled as she began to cough up what looked like mucus. Mary got onto her hands and knees and coughed up more of the dark green mucus, until it dawned on her it wasn't mucus at all. "Honey, oh my goodness are you okay?!" Her mother yelled as she ran to her. Mary coughed up the last of the green slime, her breathing ragged as she looked up at her mom in confusion.

Who had woken her up?

"Yeah…yeah I'm fine…you weren’t here before though?" Mary slurred on her words as if she were drunk. Then the horrid pain hit her, she fell into her back and winced in pain as she looked at her palm, it was a darker red now. Her mother looked worried, "you do not look okay!"

It didn’t sound like her mom.

"Mom. Are you…sick or something? You don't…you don't sound right…" Mary hesitated. Tears still streaming down her face from the pain. Her mother smiled, an ear to ear grin. "Of course, why would you say that?"

Mary’s face paled before she let out a blood curdling scream.

Her mother's face was contorted, a literal ear to ear grin still on her face as she stilled, only her eyes moved as they followed Mary as she crawled backwards, still screaming as tears strolled down her face and her reddened hand was growing irritated as it dragged across the wooden floor.

She hit the slimy wall, her hand now burned to the point she felt like it was in a pot of boiling water and she screamed even louder as the pain grew even worse.

Her mom, or what she believed to be her mom, just stared. Her face was more contorted, it looked like how water rippled when you’d drop a pebble in it.

Its jaw slowly opened. Mary went silent as the pain subsided at the sight of the thing mimicking her mother looking as if it were to talk, her breath still shaky as tears ran down her face. it began to scream and chant what sounded like her name but gargled, its jaw wasn't even moving but the noise was deafening. Mary covered her ears as she began to sob, curling herself up in a ball.

"MARY! WAKE UP!"

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High key bored and I’m trying to get better at writing, gonna post a story I wrote from last year to see if I can get feedback.

Please try not to make fun of me I’m definitely a beginner and it really shows lol.

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HELP, A BUNCH OF KIDS IN MY STUDY HALL ASKED “DIDDY OR YE” WHAT 😨

That’s not…

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I love Tumblr so much.

I’m literally talking to no one and I love that, I’m just talking to a wall basically.

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me after ghosting tumblr for days

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I love cars

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I swear I’m back fr

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Me too shawty

I want that cookie so bad chat

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First part of Trump x Elon is out on Wattpad 😛