Hello Nurse making a small cameo on Disney’s The 7D
It was probably just infested with fleas. Or, possibly hungry? Okay I’m sorry for my lame-ness, that really is interesting! *flies away*
Well I’ve never gotten hungry and forgotten I was a human so idk about that lol.
Why do people act like being a vampire is so fucking great. You can’t eat garlic bread so what’s the point
Okay first of all fuck garlic bread
What the fuck. What thef. Uck. You come on here, you come into my house, you take a shit on my post you shit on garlic bread, you shit on everything I stand for, on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding… .
I remember being terrified when I was younger, completely by accident, of a children’s book.
I don’t remember the title or anything about it really. I just remember it being a random book I happened to pull from the bottom shelf one day to read out of curiosity. When I opened it there was an illustration in dark colors of a creature hunched over, I think in the rain, and it was saying to itself
What am I? What am I?
I quickly closed it and shoved it back in place and felt very afraid. I don’t know why. But at the time I was as afraid of that book as I had ever been afraid of anything in my life. So I didn’t think about it the rest of the day. But at night, of course I remembered it. I was in the dark and I thought of that thing sitting there in the rain
What I am? What am I?
I was so afraid of this thing because I didn’t know what it was and it didn’t know what it was so I turned on my light and sort of walked around my room. I was irrationally scared. I went to sit at the top of the stairs where I could hear my parents downstairs but when my mom went into the hallway to use the bathroom she saw me and yelled at me for being out of bed. She asked me what I was doing and I shrugged and said I couldn’t sleep. I’ve always been a poor sleeper. And I didn’t know what else to say. That I was afraid? Of what? I didn’t know. Neither did it. How could I explain that? She told me to get back in bed and lay down so I did, but I was still completely afraid. I’m pretty sure I left my light on the rest of the night.
I never did try to read that book. Sometimes I would think about it, maybe even go look at it. But for a long time I was afraid to touch it. I didn’t want to open it up again. And now I’m curious what it was meant to be about in the first place. Probably something perfectly generic, it was a kids book and I bet the author never imagined it to be anything but a nice story. But the only thing I’ll ever know about it is that creature sitting and asking itself
What am I?
I just remembered this one time in high school my friend for whatever reason decided we should ask our English teacher to read through and edit a rough draft of my story. Like, even back then I was really invested in my stories and was 100% certain I was going to go somewhere with it someday. But I have old versions of this story and let me tell you it’s so bad. So so bad. I feel so bad for making this lady read this terrible draft of this story. I don’t even know why she agreed to it. Her name was Ms. Savage and she was sort of grumpy and most students didn’t like her but she was pretty nice to me because I was the only one that read everything and could answer all the questions every class and she was like “I have papers to grade but I’ll read it if I have time.” And she really did read it and help correct things but bless her for not telling me it was shit because trust me it was shit.
Anyway, I made a brief mention of a character being bisexual and she wrote in something along the lines of “keep your target audience in mind” and I’m just like….lady, it’s for high schoolers. I myself am a high schooler. That me. How can something written by someone of my age for other people of my age not be age appropriate?
Idk man. Just food for thought.
Wow I’m sorry that your friend has to put up with that shit.
Yea. What satisfaction can you even get stealing a fic? If people like it it’s not like you can feel good about yourself because you know you didn’t write it. Why not just….write…something?? I don’t get it.