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Drunk! Jeff, Lost Silver, and BEN x ReaderYou and everyone had just gotten back from the bar and safely made it back home. And what I meant by everyone was BEN, Lost Silver, and Jeff The Killer.
''Heyyyyyy (y/n)~'' BEN slurred from his drunken state on the couch sprawled all over it.
''What?" You sounded annoyed since everyone was extremely drunk to even be in their normal selves.
''Can you get on me...pwease!?" He sounded like a child at a candy store but you grimaced at him.
''Absolutely not, you pervert.'' You exhaled as you sat by Lost Silver which might have been a bad mistake, even though he has no arms or legs he still can be sexually active especially if he was drunk.
''(Y/n)~'' He exclaimed as he had one of his unknowns feel you up but mostly just touch your breasts.
''Oh my god I should not have brought you guys with me if I knew you guys would get super drunk....'' You exclaimed quietly as an unknown was about to touch your covered nether region but you pushed it away and stood in the middle of the living room.
place between trees, space between seconds. red. that was what i saw. everywhere, and i smelled it, too. the air smelt red. but it was not a harsh red, more of a golden red, and it was soft.
there were trees above us. cedar trees, with their old pines beneath us and their fingers above us. it was not cold but it wasn't warm either. it was that euphoric in between- the most human temperature.
i told him that his eyes were a lot like the tree bark.
and i told him that his eyes were indeed poetic, but i didn't tell him that i had written about them. i can never do that.
we sat for a while, running our fingers through the pines. they were soft, almost like fur, but shiny, too. old and vanished, and we dug them up. buried our legs in them. i took my shoes off, let the soles of my feet hide in the pines. there was a breeze coming off the lake. i was silent, because the air and the cedar smell and his breathing made me f
Encyclopedia of Internet IdiotsEver since the Internet was popularized in the 90's, the human race has been united through a cybernetwork of fiber optics and electric pulses. The internet allows for interaction and actions that formerly took days, months, or even years to take place. The internet is also a database of all known human information and knowledge. Since the mid 2000's, the Internet has become its own society with it's own culture and social structure, composed of many different human cultures, beliefs, thoughts, and ideas. But in a place where everyone is connected, you are bound to come across idiots. I have put together a list of the different categories of said idiots, it will give you a brief description and subtypes of said idiot. This list will be expanded based on your suggestions, but for now, enjoy the lulz
Fail Troll: A person who attempts to troll people or groups of people to get a rise out of them. They are not clever or sneaky like the professional trolls, and they are rather
“You’re winter… someone unknown—unfeeling,” I am told by the inferno minds of mothers, poison ivy-handed and strangled by a sorrow far deeper than blue trenches… and perhaps, then, bruises are truly meant as warmth for starving hearts.
When you browbeat desolation with the same fist, I drown and sob in nailboards, your absence pinned within my throat.
“You’re nothing but deserving,” I am told by stainless steel and death, angry and hidden alongside pillow-roofs and prayers. And maybe I don’t believe in god as I believe in it, directing midnight shadows through the intersections of scar tissue. I am only known by five white walls.
weightless and dizzy-faced, they are the only true friends: iron-lipped and stable.
“You’re too pretty to be so shy,” I am told by a man with fishing hooks for fingers… so I sing and sigh in song, like sirens ‘neath his boat.
I am skinned from the sea three
post-concert highShe smells like a mixture of pizza and sweat and cigarette smoke, and there's sweat dripping down her face and the small of her back, but somehow she has never been more beautiful and never more alive than in this moment; with her fist raised to the sky, the stage lights flashing over the scars marking her wrists, as she screams along with the rest of them, "Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?" Fuck, right now, I think she could do anything.
A mu keletkezesenek korulmenyei Nyár volt, vagy ha nem, hát május, ragyogó. Meleg. Az a fajta, ami koránkelésre buzdít meg cselekvésre. Arra a fajtára, amit magunk választunk ki magunknak.
A lány felkelt korán, hogy cselekedjen, tanfolyamra induljon. Megivott két csésze feketét, hacsak em éppen hármat, megetette a szürkét és a fehéret, azokat a bajszosokat, amik dorombolnak és nyávognak. Gyorsan átfutotta táskája tartalmát, tankönyv, füzet, szótár, tolltartó, rendben. Aztán olvasójegy, könyvtári könyv, vázlatfüzet rajzoknak, színes ceruza, jegyzetfüzet írásoknak, tökéletes. Minden a helyén, az is, ami kell és az is, ami kell. És persze a lakat. A lakat nagyon fontos. Kerékpárl
Infatuation . . .
What is this . . . feeling that I couldn't shake myself free from?
I honestly don't know, despite that I felt this way in some points of my life that led up until now . . . Okay, I'll admit that I have felt this way towards a few, selective guys in my classes—I mean . . .
You see, I've been having my heart's eyes on this guy for a little too long. Like, this isn't normal at all—not for me, that is. I'm somewhat of a . . . tough girl (if that's even a proper way to describe me briefly), you know? It's rare for me to head over heels for someone just from the sight of a boy that seems like my type. The main—er, one of the main—reasons for this has to do with my education. What I mean by that is getting exceptional grades as I pave my own little path to graduation at the end of my high school years.
The boy that my oh-so fluttering heart was spying on was honestly decent lookin
My evil puppet roommate - Sneaking out - part 1"Oh, come on, Slappy, it's just for a few hours!" begged Niky, joining her hands in plea
"Yeah" Rosechan approved "It won't take long! We'll be back so soon you won't even notice we've been out!"
"I said no, slaves!" said Slappy, in an harsh tone.
The girls wanted to hang out with their friends that evening, but Slappy didn't want to let them go. So, has he sat on his armchair, they knealed down in front of him and started to beg him persistently
"We did a great job this week, remember?" said Niky, hopefully "You said it too, Master! We fixed your armchair and pillows right, and cleaned the room properly, washed and dried your jacket perfectly... We even ironed your suit!"
"That's right!" nodded Rosechan "You said we did such a good job, we deserved a reward!"
"So... why don't you let us go out, just for tonight?" Niky asked "Then we'll be happy and no more bother you, Master, please-!"
"Enough!" Slappy shout made the girls fall on the carpet. He slipped down from the armchair, and sto
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