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ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Sewer ManIt felt instantaneous. As if I had gone to sleep normal, and woke up deranged. As if in a single moment, I had become what I am. I don't deny it, either my being deranged, that is. Any man, and I use the term "man" loosely, is deranged if they stray too far from the social focal point; and by God have I done that much!
It started as a fascination, grew to be an active interest, and eventually became what I recognize to be an obsession. I even remember the day that I completely regarded myself as obsessed or rather, deranged. I remember my insanity became so consuming that I submitted my humanity to it. Yes, that is why I use the term "man" loosely, because I often question if I am one.
To me, a "man" is one who thrives in social environments. There are odd balls, but even those who are troubled are still "man." However, sometimes you get these exceptions. You get these transgenders. These people who may or may not have social skills, just as a male in a female's body may
Note to SelfYou. Yes, you. This note has been written specifically to you and its contents are of the utmost importance.
Why should you trust me?
I am you from the future.
If you tell anyone this note exists, they either won't believe you or they won't understand the significance. The words will mean nothing to the stubborn and will be impossibly dilute to the gullible. You are alone in this.
I have written this to warn you.
In exactly thirteen minutes, you will die. You need to evacuate your home as quickly as possible. Once again, if you don't, you will die.
I don't have the time to explain the complex series of events that have led up to this moment, just realize that this is a matter of life and death for us both. Do not throw our life away. Please, get out immediately.
If you don't want to leave, AT LEAST turn on all the lights you can find. Then there is a chance it won't find you. A slim chance.
Before I end this message, I must stress what I said earlier: I am you from the future. I
SometimesI wish I could understand myself better.
I want to know what to do.
There is this constant feeling of lethargy crawling on my skin. There is this sudden and fleeting turmoil in my body. And no matter what I try, it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm depressed, other times not. Well, I'm always a little depressed, because that is just how it is. Depression seems to go hand in hand with confusion; at least, it does when you're confused about yourself. How could it not? We are the most important things in this universe.
The universe is seen through us, by us. By not understanding myself, by feeling this chaotic, lethargic, confusion, I'm not understanding the universe which is the most important thing in ourselves.
I've learned a lot through introspection and comparison. I give them credit for my pseudo-intellectualism. Pseudo-intellectualism being the title I dub my ability to appear far more intelligent than I actually am. Then again, I guess I could call it the same thing everybody
Max and Boston, a Pokemon FanfictionMax pulled his face out of the mud and wiped his cheeks. He was panting, struggling to catch his breath. His whole body ached and his eyes were beginning to water. He glanced back at his trainer, looking for some kind of guidance, for kind of command, but none came. All he saw was confusion and panic; it was all he ever saw in Boston. He started blinking rapidly, attempting to arouse himself; he could no longer think clearly. In the corner of his eye he saw a brown creature moving with terrifying speed, and instantly he knew what was coming. His entire body tensed as he braced for impact. A powerful kick to the face sent him flying backwards, on to his back.
Max's eyes opened. The world seemed to be flying by him. Lights were blurring past and everything was blending together, leaving him distraught and afraid. Instinctively, he looked for comfort, for anything familiar. First, all he could make out was a man above and behind him, but he didn't recognize him. He was beginning to panic.
Transformers Movie Version
Summary: True fears come into Alex’s mind with sudden ease as she feared the worse for her mate. Is it true to what she sees or is it all a lie?
Warning: CanonxOC. Or RobotxHuman.
Word Count: 724
Alex felt weak, and lost in her own world. Though it was more of a real world to her. Seeing the normal surroundings. The NEST base, the humans working along the electronics, it was normal for her. But what seem to be abnormal she hasn’t seen Jazz in a few days and she wondered why. She asked Optimus of his presence and told her that he went on a mission with Sideswipe and Ironhide. Also stating they won’t be back until tomorrow.
So eager to see Jazz again, Alex could sleep at all. She was jumpy indeed. She wasn’t known for being optimistic or excited about something. But when it came to the Cy
A True WeaknessTitle: A True Weakness
Summary: Sometimes one has a strong side that no one can see the weakness, but of course there is a weakness in everyone and a Prime doesn’t want to admit it.
Warning: CanonxOC. RobotxHuman. First Attempt on Rodimus
Word Count: 407
Every mission and every battle Rodimus was known for his strong potential. Of course nothing could get in his way or his pride. He was surely stubborn not to admit he had a weakness. The other Autobots tried to make him spill his beans, but in the return for doing so he snapped at them with anger.
He does have a weakness.
He can’t admit it.
It would break his pride.
Seeing a human girl name Kalli, she looked pretty, and for sure she was something he wanted to be with. Her sun kissed skin looked beautiful. His optics twinkled once she glanced at him and she smiled. His spark beat was risin
Charon's Obol It is perhaps the most unnerving thing on this earth, to wake up ignorant of where one is or why. Similarly unpleasant is the taste of copper in one's mouth, and the eyelids becoming glued unguently together, so that one must wipe hastily with a knuckle in order to see.
Imagine the discomfort of one young gentleman, then, whose morning was marred by all three of these displeasures. His hand was clammy as he freed himself from the rheum, his nails overlong. There was a great weight in his mouth, as though his tongue were swollen. Coughing and spluttering, he spat a copper coin upon the floor, hearing it ring against the stone and bounce away, answered a moment later by an echo that made the gentleman look about himself for the first time. It was a bleak sort of room, lacking furniture or decoration, with nothing in it at all except the bed he was lying on, so hard it could have been made of stone.
Now the gentleman began appraising his own appearance; the fine cloth
The Ticklish Animal LoverIt starts with Fluttershy foalsitting the CMC. Suddenly, Apple Bloom forms an idea and whispers to the crusaders of what is was. They agree to the idea.
Sweetie Belle: Hey Fluttershy.
Sweetie: I have a question to ask you.
Fluttershy: You can ask... if you want to.....
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom slowly sneak behind Fluttershy, getting closer.
Sweetie: I want to ask this: Are you, by any chance, ticklish?
Fluttershy: Oh! Oh my, um.... Well, yes, I am very ticklish.
Then suddenly, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo began to tickle Fluttershy's ribs.
Fluttershy: Oh my, heheheheehehehe ahahahahahaahahahaha.
Apple Bloom: You shouldn't have said you were ticklish.
Sweetie Belle moves toward Fluttershy and starts to tickle her back hooves.
Scootaloo stops tickling Fluttershy's ribs and begins to tickle Fluttershy' underarms.
OC backstory - QuestLISTEN TO THIS SONG BEFORE YOU READ! The song is beyond perfect for this! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nS-GR1OwdKI
Quest Kanibay… Well, what can I say? A misunderstood child? An abused child? He was a child with a secret. Many secrets. He was anorexic as a child; he refused to eat, he had no friends at school, no matter which one he went to. His family fell apart when he was 7 – his dad was always unstable, and eventually left. His mum couldn’t cope. Quest was beaten the shit out of by her if he ever tried to express who he really was. The only support he had was a friend from primary school, Olak Scott – but he went to a private school for “normal” kids.
See, his parents were homophobic. Quest had never had any interest in girls. But he never understood what it meant until he met a kid in his pre-teen years. His name was Kristoff Dobrman. He shared a secret with quest, and that was what made them friends. Both went to a school for “mu
#001I am not able to take it anymore.
It gets worse and worse since a few months.
Today I completely lost contact with him.
It was long ago when he stopped talking; however, he felt my presence and sometimes answered my questions with "yes", "no", "go away" or "I'm scared".
He stared into the wall for hours, sometimes stood up and went near the window.
Then, he looked outside with the expression of unbelievable emptiness.
I still haven't lost my hope. I try to feed him everyday and when he eats something I feel so happy I sometimes start crying. Then, he gets mad at me.
I sit on the couch with him and try to talk. Even if he never responds, I keep talking. I don't know which one of us need it more.
We sleep together every night. A few days ago he woke up and started screaming so horribly, I could say it looked like he realized what is happening and was himself, just a few minutes in which he started crying really loud and repeated my name. In the morning everything was back again.
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