How Pleasant.

Me: where is he

Life: where is who

Me: I reposted the image

Life: that's not how that works

Me: you promised

Life: it meant nothing

Me: YOU PROMISED

Life: its a joke!

Me: YOU LIED

Life: ITS NOT REA-

Me: YOU- LIE-

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Why worry? - Chapter three, is that all you see?

Read Chapter three, is that all you see? from the story Why worry? by demoncrimsonscarlet with 0 reads. stanley, gravit...

Chapter three is out? Sorry for the wait. Please enjoy, all feedback is appreciated

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Why worry? - Chapter 4, and then there's more

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Mabel’s gotten herself lost in the woods… (Sorry for the wait)

CHAPTER FOUR IS OUT!

Gn reader x YOU CHOOSE! (OC only)

REQUESTS OPEN!

Will not do:

Hard core smut

Age play

Non con

Unhealthy partnerships

Explicit Abuse

Existing characters

Rules: send me a species and a personality type and I will write!

CHAPTER TWO IS OUT,

I know this is a link to chapter one but I’m struggling with the links

Posted on the wrong blog

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Outside the parable - The "dream" ends

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IT’S FINALLY OUT!

Anyone else not being aloud to transition?

How do I lose weight?

It is half nine at night and I am depressed.

I have been feeling shit for three weeks now, help lol.

Reblogs greatly encouraged!

What's this? A little calendar teaser and update for everyone??

You betcha! We're getting close, so here are the facts so far:

Calendars will likely be up for pre-order in June/July.

Since they are for 24 months, they will likely be $20-$30 USD.

The charity we'll be donating to this year is A New Way of Life Reentry Project, who provide housing, case management, pro bono legal services, advocacy, and leadership development for people rebuilding their lives after incarceration.

I'm hoping to do a run of 500 calendars!

I'm basing that number off the previous poll I did about the mullet!Stan calendar, so I'm hoping there will actually be that many folks purchasing it. But that's where you come in. YES YOU! In order to make this calendar a success (and to ensure I don't end up with 300 of them taking up space in my house), I need all of you to be sure you reblog this post, share links on other social media sites, and generally do whatever you can to spread the word.

I have faith we can make this happen!

Preview pics by: @dragon-tidbits @gruvu @devisopod

When he awoke voices echoed all around him. The sun was shining brightly above him, no…

A light hung over head, every other inch of his surroundings was cloaked in pitch black. Nothing but the single, glass? Rose layed in his grip. The grit and dirt of the ground lingered on his skin, but no where else. lime green and similar shades of clear glass held his body in the endless void he traveled through.

His clothes felt lighter, not that they dissipated just that the fabric had change, devolved and re-adjust to fit that of a newly bloomed rose.

Or it should have, instead it looked like what every high school frat boy wish they adorned. Same jacket, green with an even white line from around the collar down to the sleeves, sweat pants that where similar. And a red shirt underneath.

His face was what had changed the most, a read and green gas mask in the shape of a snarling monster mouth, spike like thorns around the edges. Battle paint, adjacent to that of a fan at a rugby match lacing his eyes. Finally his hair a fiery red and white.

Tw: swearing, talk of abandonment.

Neil’s transformation:

Being an adult sucked, it wasn’t like high school where your parents waited on you hand and foot or college were you can have everything paid for you.

“I actually have to go out and work?!” Neil whined down the phone line.

“I know it must be sooooo difficult for you” the voice mocked.

“Riley! No sarcasm this is actually horrible!” He shook his head aggressively, narrowly dodging a lamppost. He grimaced as people shot him looks “me and my mates we’re going out tonight but I’m broke and apparently that means I’m out the group!” There was silence from the other line, Neil grew nervous.

“Maybe….maybe it’s for the best…”

“What do you mean ‘for the best’!” He did air quotes “my friends just ditch the bro code and you just want me to move on!?” He spat, throwing his phone on the floor with the sound of splintering glass. “Oh for fuck sake!”

Rain poured in buckets, Neil scrambled around in the dark, the mud of the woodland floor coating him. “C’mon! C’mon we’re the hell is it!” Turns out your parents aren’t entitled to buy you a new phone every time you break the old one “C’mon!” His hand felt it, for a brief moment. His fingers brushed against the cracked glass again, gripping it tightly he kissed the dirty thing. “Ple! Pfft! Mud!” He wiped his mouth only dragging more muck across his face. Something pricked his fingers, a rose, blood dripped down it’s dimly lit stem.

Suddenly light flooded him.

Black.

Read it.