#WHAT THE FUCK WSA THAT????

[lume-nosity]

i’m deeply disturbed at 9 in the morning from waking up to a message about a joke/tease of something so outrageous to me

why is my friend like this bro (targeted)

[nyxire]

actually jjk was made to make everyone suffer but specifically gojo and by extension every child he has ever so much as considered caring for

[aceyanaheim]

Id like to go a single semester without a relapse tho

[ggrimboy]

HOLY SHIT?

[kessellluvr]

NSFW- Possesed - dom!tai x f!reader

tai making sure you know that she owns you and can prove that anytime.. WARNING: slight cnc!

Okay so, tai´s possesed form crawling ontop of you as youre asleep.. kissing your neck till you wake up so she can fuck you?? :3

"Tai.. what are you doing?" you asked, feeling tai nipple your neck- obviously confused. No answer. Tais lips made their way to your collarbones, sucking bruises on there, making you squirm and whimper beneath her. "See? youre enjoying this just as much as i am, doll."

Tai moved on to slip your way too big shirt over your head and reveal your bare chest, your soft pink nipples stiffening as they met the cold night air. Tai cupped your right tit between her hand as she leant down and covered your left one with kisses, slowly sucking your aching nipple. She enjoyed the feeling of you squirming beneath her - trying to not show how much you enjoyed this.

Tai slid down your panties, releasing your nipple from her lips with a pop. She held up two fingers and spat on them, covering them with her salvia - she brought them down between your legs, which you eagerly spread for her. She rubbed her salvia onto your wet hole - a smirk playing on her lips. "My, my.. so wet for mommy." she hummed, causing you to blush in embassment. As she finished getting you even wetter with her fingers, she reached down and grabbed ahold of her 7inch strap-on, which you hadnt even noticed until now.

She slapped the tip of it against your cunt- causing you to moan. "Please.." you begged her, wanting nothing more than to have her fuck you. Claim you.

"Please what?" she asked with a raised brow, continuing to rub the tip of the dildo against your wet flesh. "Please.. take me." you said with a whine - you couldve came right here and there, just from her teasing you. When she finally pushed foward - only letting the tip slip in you moaned out loud as hell. "Just the tip.." she teased, slowly pulling it out again and painfully slow pushing it in again.. over and over - but within seconds she slammed into you, full 7inches up your tight cunt. You cried out, tai started roughly pushing her hips back and forth, her thighs slamming against yours.

You were lost in the pleasure and pain she was giving you, sweat dripping down your forehead - you were a moaning mess. You felt yourself growing closer to the edge, your moans becoming louder and louder with each thrust. "You bout to cum, hmm?" she hummed from above you - she seemed driven with energy. You nodded, she chuckled lowly - speeding up. "Go ahead, doll." and that was it. You pushed over the edge and felt the pressure loosening, your cum dripping out your cunt and onto the sheets beneath you. tai keot going, you werent sure if you could take much more - she wsa fucking your brains out, you werent able to form a setence.

Just like that your second orgasm crashed over you, draining the bedsheets in your squirt. Tai pulled out and ran her fingers through her thick curls before looking a you with a complete smirk. "Open up." she demanded and you complied - parting your lips and laying out your tounge flat. She spat on it and you eagerly swallowed - you two always did this after sex. (thanks alot to @finalgirlmeeks for planting tai with a spitting kink in my head.. cant get it out now ˃ᆺ˂ )

AN: this is so fucking random idek

[tillman]

the thing is i already wsa fucking annoying about coffee from my stint as a strange man with a diet of a victorian nobleman in france but working at an actual cafe mad eit so much fucking worse do you understand the damage it does to me when i hear "caramel macchiato" like ohhh . i know you dont know what a macchiato is im so fucking sorry... im so fucking sorry ........ theres no saving you .... we have to put you down ....

[a-cat-in-toffee]

William gets stared at and he slowly regrets saying anything, thinking he fucked up once again.

Wight eventually stops having a meltdown, and starts being civil again

william internally pnaicking and ashe is just like. holy shit dude thats metal as fuck.

wight REFUUSSEESS to talk about what hapens. or even really coridally anymore. he wwent too far before and now all he wsa going to talk about was business. toally. 100%. (he fails to do this but here is an attempt)

[lubotomies]

Is it too late for another trick or treat? I want to hear more scary stories from the past

never too late i have countless horror stories

the community has always had a warped perception of what communism is and for the longest time post legacy people would make communism the centre of their tord depictions. an issue with this wsa that... again... these people dont know what communism is aside from 'LOL seize the means of production guys!!' <(doesnt know what that means) and so sometimes.... these people would take genuine bad things about communism and make them hehe funny #dankmemes or whatever........ things like stalin and such.... which lead OTHER people who dont know anything about communism to get mad at them because their idea of communism was 'its basically a nazi but russian' and would try to call out people who made jokes about communism

so for a hot minute there was a divide in the community where people would be categorised as either 1. doesnt know what communism is and ignores horrific parts of history in favour of el oh el eddsworld memes and 2. doesnt know what communism is and exaggerates its negative attributes to a degree where i genuinely feel embarrassed on their behalf for misunderstanding a political system this fucking badly

i havent seen jokes about communism in the community since i came back though which is a positive so it seems to me that the el oh el communism joke has been retired which im thankful for because that shit was so chronically 2017 i dont think i could handle it being brought back because its so unfunny

[crmsnmth-journal]

7/13/2024 3:00 AM

Today was interesting to say the least. Some of it I won't talk about out of respect for the person involved. Someone is in hell right now, and it's strange to see a stranger broken. I didn't like him before, but after seeing him show a real emotion, I can say he's an alright person. And I hope his night stayed safe and good.

Work was weird. Sherry is off in Texas which meant it was me and Mike in the kitche. And you know how I've been feeling about Mike lately, but tonight was good. It was fun. Like the old days when he really was my friend.

After work, I went with, we'll just call her J for the whole privacy thing, to this town's little festival thing (we call it heritage days) and watched the band Through Fire. They kind of sucked. Playing their biggest hit Wake The Dead in the beginning of their set, and then playing Wake The Dead as their encore. The played a total of seven songs and then claimed that they didn't have any others ready to go. How the fuck can you be in a band and not know more than seven songs? Plus, their attempt at getting a mosh pit going was laughable. The frontman tried to get a wall of death going, but that completely failed. If we would've been an hour or two earlier we could've seen Ra, a band I actually do enjoy. It is kind of neat though to see these hard rock and "metal" bands play this town. There's 2000 people (give or take) in this town. It's not big at all. Last year they got Gemini Syndrome to play. This year wsas Through Fire, Ra, and one other that I can't think of the name. I never would've dreamed bands of this type of caliber would play my shitty little town. And it was fun. Being out late. And I stayed 100% sober, so that's a huge plus. The best part was looking into the crowd, because this tiny little festival pulls in some serious weirdos, and I love weirdos, The star of the night? We'll call him the drummer boy. Every time I saw him, he was air drumming and for some reason this struck me as hilarious. Even now thinking about I'm laughing. At least he was having a blast, and that's what matters right? That's what this whole festival is about. Having fun. And this town needs days like this. Plus, it was the first time J and I hung out outside of work and it was a lot of fun. I mean the ending of the night was…difficult but that's the stuff I'm keeping private. I will say everyone is safe and ther eas no threat to our safety. JUst a very difficult situation.

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

COULD YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR EEAU?!!! I AM SO VERY CURIOUS!!!

I ABSOLUTELY CAN AHHHHHHH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT ALWAYS. Premise is that after Dream blows up Logsteadshire, instead of leaving Tommy alone, he suggests to Tommy that they start over somewhere new. He leads Tommy to an even more remote location that this time no one knows about (not that Tommy’s aware of it) and after asking Tommy if it would be less painful if no one was allowed to visit him rather than having them constantly reject him by not showing up, and Tommy agreeing, he like. Bans people from visiting Tommy. This is not, however, what he tells the rest of the SMP - he actually doesn’t say anything for a bit because he’s busy destroying other teenagers lives (Doomsday also holy fuck i am so normal about eeau!tubbo or honestly just c!tubbo in general) but then after Doomsday of course Tubbo goes and discovers the annihilated Logsteadshire and like runs back and Dream insinuates that Tommy killed himself which definietly doesn’t devestate or at least shake up many people. But then people start talking and realize that like. Dream’s been manipulating and lying to them all this whole time and pitting them against each other. Philza in particular is like ‘why did we leave Tommy with the man who constantly expressed his dislike for him/set out to ruin his life’ and everyone was like . fair point. Queue manhunt for Dream where Dream loses his two lives and all of his allies and in a cruel twist of fate ends up with only Tommy for company!! Because stockholm syndrome babey :)))))) Plans backfired immensely for this man. (I did not forget about Punz well I did but then I figured out a way for him not to be there which is a WHOLE OTHER STORY basically Dream tried to manipulate purpled who went Nuh Uh and tattled to punz so punz fucked off and spat in dreams face on the way out)

QUEUE A YEAR LATER Ghostbur stumbles across Tommy in his secret exile spot (Henburgh) as Ghostbur has been searchign for Tommy’s ghost ever since he learned that he died. Eventually Ghostbur forgot he wsa looking for Tommy’s ghost and was just fixated on that he was looking for Tommy. Tommy however is scared of what Dream might do to Ghostbur/to him if he sees Ghostbur or finds out he was here, since he’s technically not allowed any visitors, so he sends Ghostbur away on an impossible quest. Ghostbur leaves him a small bit of blue that he then hides bc he can’t bring himself to throw it away, but unforunately nothing escapes Dream’s grasp for long and he notices :))))) It does not end well for Tommy, time for Logsteadshire pt 2. DURING THE TWO MONTHS THAT PASSED SINCE GHOSTBURS VISIT Wilbur is revived by Philza and Technoblade bc hella guilt and also Kristin hinted to Phil that Wilbur could come back and so Phil took the opprotunity. Wilbur however! Does not remember his time as ghostbur aside from very vague feelings and a couple blurry memories! But he feels VERY STRONGLY that there’s something important to the southeast of Techno’s cabin, and eventually that feeling grows so strong that he starts getting really anxious and upset about the fact he can’t go, so Techno offers to check it out fully expecting to find nothing. Only to stumble across Dream being HORRIFIC to Tommy during Logsteadshire Pt 2 and prompty going Oh Fuck No and bringing Tommy back to recover at the cabin.

Tommy does NOT appreciate this, and immediately demands to be taken back to Henburgh. Techno does not oblige. Tommy makes his displeasure clear but also mans now Traumatized as all hell so he also does jack shit to actually oppose the rest of the SBI. QUEUE FAMILY BONDING TIME AND SLOW HEALING. IT TAKES A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT AND THERES OF COURSE MORE SHIT BUT I DONT KNWO IF I WANNA SPOIL IT CAUSE I AM WRITING THE FIC. But the main fic ends with Tommy having not fully completed his healing but having made progress in mending his relationships w his family and friends, specifically SBI and beeduo, and like starting to realize and come to terms that what he went through was wrong but it wasn’t his fault, and decide that he wants to fight to be better again. I’m definitely so normal about all of his healing arcs and the way he slowly starts to recover from his trauma and find himself again and discover that life is worth living and that love doesn’t have to hurt I’m really fucking normal. I could talk about this for hours I in fact have talked about it for hours with my sibling (shoutout to them for listening) there are so many details to all of this i thikn about it constantly I am packing so much symbolism into this baby it will be my magnum opus if i can ever fucking finish it

[huntedsmark]

can't believe ive been given (entire self imposed) the sisyphean task of having to make my own content to feed myself. what the fuck. whose idea wsa this (it was my own idea)

anyway i love both ez and roma (and every other npc) and i just think its funny that my description i will not change says that my posts are mostly going to be roma when ez is Rapidly Catching Up

[credulouscanidae]

i feel like this year has been a huge bust mentally

i didnt wanna be like this still by christmas, let alone the new year

i dont want it to become march and im still like this, a whole year since moving by then.

but i can feel myself improving, funny enough.

ive spent a lot of this time in despair and grief, and i was giving myself a time limit on those feelings. which made me unable to meet my own expectations, which made me recede and become unable to challenge myself, because i wsa constantly setting myself up for failure to begin with. it feels impossible to do a challenge youre already failing before you begin.

and i have been self aware this whole time too, having that logical part of me talk me through it all. i can look back at myself almost in a third person, as ive always done, and see all the connections as to why im feeling and therefore behaving this way.

so instead of sitting around punishing myself, ive been /trying/ to tell myself theres no time limit on adjustment, and that i am strong enough to pull through. even if i come out of this being disliked. ive put so much energy into being anxious about what people think of me, that ive caused my own cycle of not being able to face it.

i have been acutely aware this whole time that others can only do so much for me, and in the end the only person who can change my situation is me. for me to find that inner strength to do that.

i feel like a lot of the noise has quietened down now. because i had to suddenly grapple with not only accepting my old life was changing, but that i had to suddenly build up a brand new life from scratch with very little support. but the life building in england is finally feeling...like i can do it. things feel less confusing and daunting, the roads feel less scary to navigate, i know where to go for what i need now, and ive been falling into daily routines again. which i didnt have when i first arrived. it's like my roots are finally burying in. and thats making incorporating my aussie roots back into my life feel a bit more doable.

i WANT to have voice chats with friends, or have a casual hello. i dont want to be like this. having a twisted tummy and palpitating heart every time i see a new notification on my phone. i havent even cleared my notif bar on my phone for months, out of fear of seeing a message i havent checked from so long ago. there is so much literal and mental clutter. and i want to be free of all of these notifs and emails etc. its not anyones fault but mine. i WANT to be more engaged, i feel homesick and miss everyone. and i HATE that those feelings dominate my behaviour, and how EASY it is to fall into a self fulfilling prophecy. i hate how it makes me a neglectful friend and family member.

but, with therapy, and settling into my life here. i think i can slowly work my way up to getting over all of this. i really. really. REALLY. fucking want to. i want to draw again, i want to learn how to sculpt, i want to be involved in peoples lives again. because right now, im finding it hard to even humour the idea of making friends here in the uk, because of how guilty that would make me feel, and how not ready i am to make new connections, especially cuz i would rather reinforce connection with existing people in my life.

again. self fulfilling. all that does is make me continue to be lonely.

but as i said, it's slowly getting better. i feel bad about how negative ive been all this time. i just want people to know that, in regards to my relationship, i AM happy. and i know that 10 years from now im going to look back on all of this with evren and go "fuck man that was a lot huh"

you cant hate yourself into loving yourself, and thats something that has kept my spark going, even when it's been one bad thought away from fizzling out.

im trying to be easier on myself. i know that all of this can exist at the same time as me having negative effects on others (which i guess is just an assumption to begin with) and i am not immune to causing that damage. but honestly? right now in this moment, im trying to give myself some compassion and lenience. because ive spent years and years feeling anxious and being hyper vigilant about my behaviour and how i affect others, that i have barely taken the time to consider myself and be healthy and strong in my core self. as they say, assume the best unless told otherwise. thats going to be a goal of mine. i always assume good intentions from people, even to a detriment, so i hope to take that view and shape it into a healthier outlook. maybe not everyone has their best intentions or insight, but i think overall people are just trying. god, in this goddamn fucked up world, all we can do is try.

and thats why i need to be more lenient.

sorry for all the tangents and sloppy execution. im probably in the acceptance stage of grief atm lmao, and im tired of being like this.

[colourful-void]

alright, closing up 999 for tonight! thoughts:

junpei's silly.. i like him =)

June has so many death flags she might as well be wearing a tee shirt that says 'im fucked!' on it. maybe it'll subvert expectations tho? but childhood friend with clear romance flags in the murder game its.. its not a great spot to be in if u wanna not die

lotus... hot....

santa is funny i like him. i have the vague sense ive seen him before is he the sexy man of the game?

uuuh clover =) the clover =D. shesyeah =) obviously she and snake have some connection but idk what yet. the sillays.

snake is also epic and swag big fan

no paticular thoughts on seven or ace. they're there =)

love lovelovelot he atmposhere of this game, it gets it all RIGHT. it's pretty, but htere's a layer of Grit to everything. it feels like a 3d space im trapped in. the art works so well with it here.

the sprites too, the lip sync was weird at first but these odd animation clip sprites?? they're honestly quite endearing acually. the way everyone is drawn is really appealing. junpei looks a little akward next to everyone else sometimes but beyon that.

umm the modes thing is. weird but i have learned this is bcs of porting issues and it wsa cooler on the ds. i wish i could play it on the ds but i think thatd be like. 200 dollar or somethin so steam port it is. im just sticking to novel =)

speaking of, the narration in the novel mode is really good, its very compelling.

this does feel very brain hooks-y i like it rather a lot so far! not too far so like. lets see whether the HOOK of this lands (why we in tha nonary game. what be that anyway_ etc). considerin i keep seeing ppl be like 'this game si the best psychological game ever' like. okiedokie then

i did not know about digtial roots before this game and i have sicne learned they are used in things beyond this game.

end of the road for now, but yeah! where i've stopped, snake has explanted everything on the braille card (allegedly.) and after santa and seven unsucessfully tried to get rid of their bombs, eveyrone explained that theyd since zero when they got kidnapped, with that mask. except seven who seems to just be going 'whoa yeah we ALL got chloroformed how crazy".

so yeah, lookin forward to the next bit! its not like. making me go insane yet but its good!! rlly scratches the mystery room trapped itch i'd had. im sure this game will not become something i obsess over =).

[jorvikzelda]

Actually fuck it, saving Anne highlights. Mostly shenanigans. Some sad. Spoilers.

the night before

yeah no offence but that's. kinda not why I'm here. thanks tho

now this is what you call a pride parade (there she is..)

I dismounted to speak to Anne after she got out of the crystal (it felt more personal and appropriate than being on my horse) but it teleported me all the way back there. Only for the cutscene btw. When I regained control of zelda she wsa back where I had dismounted.

yeah this happens when you take a dangerous fall while racing back to guardians' dale with Anne. I did it like three times. You have to relog to fix it. When you run back to Pandoria after relogging Anne is both on the ground and in the crystal. When you're in the void you can speak to Elizabeth bc she has a grey exclamation mark/incomplete quest and she says MISSING_TRANSLATION

alex in the rock (this was fixed in the next shot)

:(

the morning after

horf

I choose to believe that Mario left this rose here

the pink crystal :(

and finally. earrings. Never taking off.

And ALSO... I just remembered that I'd been planning to take Maya along on this quest :( sorry Maya. You can come with me to Devil's Gap instead as compensation.

[alan-duarte]

TIMING: April 1st LOCATION:  The Crypt of Annalise (aka Nora’s Home) PARTIES: Alan @alan-duarte &Nora @honeysmokedham SUMMARY: Happy 20th Birthday Nora! CONTENT WARNINGS: none

Today was a special day. Nora had gone dumpster diving specially for it. There was a local bakery that threw out all of its day-old goodies and Nora was up bright and early to snag the goods before anyone else. Excellent. The crypt Nora called home was haphazardly decorated. Hand drawn posters and streamers were messily tapped to the marble walls. Babadook even showed up in a party hat Nora crafted for him out of some old chip bags. Now all of this might seem like a lot, but Nora had even taken care to clean up the crypt to make a nice space in the middle. Since Nora never had guests she generally left her sleeping bag spread out, her art supplies all over the place and the backpack that held everything she owned in the world turned out in a pile of clutter. Today, she tidied it all up to make a presentable party place. 

“Are you ready Babs?” Nora asked, slipping into a cross legged sitting position. In front of her was an assortment of pilfered pastries. A few of the ghosts friends Nora had made slipped in through the walls and ceiling. “Happy birthday to me,” Her monotone voice wasn’t very good at singing but Babadook really carried the song with his mournful howling. The ghost chorus really tied the rest of it together. “Happy birthday to me.” She wasn’t sure if she was really happy it was her birthday, if she was being honest. “Happy birthday dear me.” But in this lifetime she would only turn twenty once. “Happy birthday to me.” 

Ah, what a sunny, beautiful Saturday this was. Alan had plans to get to the aerodrome later today, enjoy the fair weather from above, but before he got to it, the man had made it his mission to find the young girl who had stolen his meal and hadn't even had the decency to apologize when he had generously offered to pay for these few words of repentance. He hadn't asked for the Moon, and in exchange, had found himself confronted by a cheeky girl with no manners or sense of decency.

She probably didn't expect him to be able to track her down so easily : the girl exuded a disgusting stench, and he could have done it with his eyes closed.

Alan wanted an apology, and he would have an apology. He had also brought in a bag some provisions, because although he was a perfect asshole, his reputation was that of someone generous for those who had not heard of his greed, and he intended to prove her absolutely wrong. Never mind if his generosity was only there to prove he was right. Anyway, that's what he liked to pretend. It was better than admitting he gave a fuck.

At the insistance of Analise herself, the owner of the body whose final resting place was the crypt, Nora constructed herself a party hat out of trash. “No party is ever complete without the birthday girl being special.” The ghost had told her, hovering close and smiling. Nora didn’t know what made this birthday special. It marked the two year anniversary of running away from everything she ever knew and setting up a life for herself. A life away from money, people and most of all a social media account with a lot of followers. For whatever reason Nora had made a new social media for the town itself. She figured she’d use it to troll people and figure out where she could get her next meals. What it was, was never that serious.

Nora was about to take a bite of her pastries when Annalise stopped her again. “You didn’t blow out the candles dear. You sang a song but you didn’t light the candles and blow them out.” It wsa true because Nora had realized she didn’t have a lighter. How was she going to light the candles without a lighter. In the moment Nora decided she didn’t want to fight Annalise on that.  So she cracked open the stolen candles and started spelling out ‘Happy Birthday Nora’ on all the make shift pastries. Honestly? It looked like a mess.

Her scent took him toward the cemetery, and though Alan wasn’t one too easily spooked, he heard enough stories about those places, the same sorts of stories he didn’t believe about the woods until he got bitten and thought for certain he was going to die. Ever since that day, he had made the choice to take those tales a lot more seriously. 

“Of course you’d live in a fucking crypt,” with a roll of his eyes, Alan stuck one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto the grocery bag. He had traded his suit with something more suited to hunting down a demon dressed as a smelly child : a comfortable merino blend sweater and a pair of cotton trousers that allowed more movement than slacks. 

Falling quiet as he thought he’d heard something, the familiar words of the Happy Birthday song reached his ears. It wasn’t the best cover of it he’d heard, perhaps because the voice singing it grated his ears already, and, as he pushed the door to the crypt, Alan, quite frankly, told himself he had never seen something so sad and pathetic than that time he had the misfortune to run into Ben Shapiro while on vacation on the west coast.

“See, I told you you could use the ten dollars,” he pointed out, leaning his weight against the doorway.

Nora had grown too complacent. She should have been paying attention. Or at the very least she should have had some ghosts friends paying attention. A collective ‘Ooo she’s in trouble.’ threaded its way through the ghost chorus as Nora leaped up, whipping around to face the door. It was that man from the other day. The man who’s sandwich she’d taken and then had the nerve to ask her for an apology. “What are you doing here?” Anger seethed under her monotone voice. Her face did a good job keeping her placid expression. “You’re not welcome here.” A hand jumped to trash party hat at the top of her head and tossed it to the ground.

Behind Nora, Babadook raised his hackles. The yeth hound’s tentacles moved towards the intruder. There was something embarrassing being caught throwing herself a small birthday party. But what did she have to be embarrassed about? This was the life that she had chosen for herself. The one she had wanted away from everyone. Just her and her dog. “Get out. I don’t need your fucking ten dollars.” Nora’s hands clenched into fists.

"Well, perhaps you should have thought about that when you decided to be extremely rude to me," he pointed out. Alan's eyes darted toward her hands, expecting her to throw something his way, although it was all the more devastating to instead watch her throw her crafty hat to the floor, so much that he kept to himself how he had managed to follow her trail. The man's eyebrows furrowed and he decided to ignore her protest. "I'm pretty sure neither of us are supposed to be in here," he didn't glance toward the tombstone, keeping his eyes on her instead.

Upset people could be unstable, and Alan didn't plan for anyone to get hurt.

"Maybe you don't, but I need an apology," he raised his hand, shaking the brown paper bag he held. "And I suppose you can do it for free. Consider this a birthday present," ha, well that was just him being incredibly lucky, wasn't it? What were the odds? “How does that sound?”

He had tracked her down to demand an apology while trying to shove his pity upon her. Something broke in Nora as she saw that brown paper bag swinging there. “Get out.” Her voice was soft, tight with anger. “Get out.” The monotone was beginning to unravel revealing nothing but adolescent rage. “GET OUT.” This was the loudest her voice had been in years, it trembled with the effort. “GET. OUT.” Her hadn was out stretched pointing towards the door. “GET! OUT!”

The fury took over. The bear came out. Her good pair of clothes ripped as white fur sprouted over her body. Her face elongated. Her hands turned into paws with claws. My Nora, what big teeth you have. All the better to eat the mothefucker who broke into her home, she thought to herself. The bear stood there. A part of herself felt disgust that she shifted that easily. A disgusting disgrace of a creature who couldn’t control her state of being. The ghosts swarmed closer, watching this drama with interest. It had to be the most interesting thing they’d seen in years. Babadook joined in the bear’s yoddeling with his own mournful howl. It was becoming a very loud cacophony of noise. 

What this man hadn’t known before entering this crypt was he was following a monster and she wold make him shit his pants, pee himself and cry for his mother. Nora started to barrel towards him. She had no intent on actually running into him. She just wanted him to start running.

The screaming made him quietly reflect on the difficulties he had faced with his first husband when they'd tried to adopt. Was this the sound of good life choices Alan was hearing here? This was not the sort of volume he would have tolerated in his home.

“Alright, there’s no need to fuss,” he began, holding his hands up and slowly lowering himself to set his ‘present’ on the floor : shampoo and a bar of soap, a box of wipes and enough granola bars for a few days. But while he did so, a set of worrying sounds started to echo in the thick walls of the crypt. What the fuck. His eyes darted toward her pet, who had to be perhaps the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his life, right after Ben Shapiro, once again. “You’re fu-'' Of course he’d have to run into someone who was just like him. And a bear. Not just like him then. But pretty damn close, right?

Eyes wide, he took a cautious step back, but as she started to barrel his way, Alan figured he’d defend himself in the only way available to him now. He didn’t register yet that she didn’t make much of a fuss over her limbs, her flesh, every part of her rearranging themselves in a new way. Alan never was so quiet when he turned, and as the man turned to wolf, his cries matched her angered words of rejection. 

The scent of fear coming off of the man was gratifying. He smelt like the home she’d left behind; expensive cologne and soap mixed in with his delicious fear. It was reminiscent of everything she’d left behind. Nostalgia pinged inside her mixing in with the rage and disgust Nora felt for herself. However, missing her fathers wasn't going to make her stop. It wasn't enough to soothe the sea of anger that raged through her. All it did was make her hate him more for reminding her of the choices she'd made.

What did make her pause were his cries. Before Nora's eyes, he went from a human into a wolf. Just like her. Well, obviously not just like her. He was a wolf, and she was some sort of sad excuse for a polar bear. Nora skidded to a halt. Emotion drained from her in that instance, leaving behind nothing but wonder. 

The bear must have stood there staring for at least five minutes. Someone like her. In her twenty years of existence that had never happened before. The bear shed away. Mass shed away leaving behind Nora. Small, naked, shivering. Most of all transfixed. She reached out with a trembling hand to touch the wolf. "What are you." Her voice was back to its monotone. Every bit of anger she'd just held had fled just like that. This discovery was so life-changing that she couldn't even remember what she had been angry about. 

A low growl escaped from the werewolf's jaw as he stared her down. Terrified as he might have been with the sight of her, Alan felt a large urge to stand his ground and try not to let it show. Lips drawn, the wolf snarled, a constant sound locked in his chest as he remained bolted on his forepaws, his thick grey fur bristling as if to threaten her to step back. 

Unnerving as it might have been, to stand still in front of such a terrifying creature, Alan let out a sigh of relief as the girl shrank back to her petite form, and didn’t dare move at all as she approached him. Pushing his snout against her palm, Alan lowered his head at last, and having well realized that he would have to get back home completely naked (did he have at least a coat in his car? He knew he had rubber boots for muddy lots…), began the painful process of shifting back to his human self, but not before cowering in a corner if only not to flash a child with his lack of modesty. 

“I should return the question to you,” he pointed out, holding up a piece of stinky polyester (fucking kill him already) against his chest. With furrowed brows he looked her in the eyes and sighed. “You’ve heard of us. Werewolves,” he sighed.

“Werewolves are real.” It was a statement and a question all at once. Unlike the modest Alan making efforts to cover himself up, Nora seemed completely unaware to the nudity of the situation. Instead she stood there in wonder. She wasn’t the only monster in the world. Werewolves were real. Did that make her a werebear? “I’m a werebear.” Nora decided in that moment. “I think. I don’t actually know.” I never met anyone like me. She couldn’t get herself to say the words out loud. 

Babadook came up to Nora offering her a large shirt clenched in his mouth. Nora, finally noticing, put it on. “You’re a werewolf.” Nora repeated. She seemed more stunned then anything. “How did you find out you were a werewolf?” The word kept tumbling out of her mouth. Despite her voice returning to its natural monotone, excitement was racing through her body. Werewolf. Werebear. “Do you know other wereb-” She stopped herself, switching words midsentence. “werewolves”

"Well, I am real," he confirmed with a slight grimace. He sure wished sometimes he never got bit. That had cost him his first marriage and it certainly had changed him, that sort of raw power. Amused by her attempt to come up with a name for her condition, Alan pursed his lips to keep that smile off his face, eyes avoiding her sight now. This being said, he couldn't have come up with a better name himself anyway.

"I am a werewolf," he nodded. That was his second time admitting to it in a minute, but he guessed that was shock speaking on her side (which was off coming from a bear child). "The hard way, I suppose." It was a full moon on a winter night, and Alan had barely managed to park on the side of the road when it finally kicked in. He'd woken up absolutely naked in the middle of the woods. Absolutely fantastic. Rubbing at his shoulder, where he kept the stigma from the bite, Alan shook his head as she asked of other werewolves. He had known some, but they had vanished, probably killed by hunters. "You'll need to be careful who you show your ... bear to. Some people don't mean you good."

"Werewolf." She repeated the word one more time. It was…Wow. In twenty years, of everyone she met. Who would have thought the jerk would be most like her. Nora was never a jerk to anyone, how weird that they could be so different yet so a like. The adrenaline was starting to fade from her system. Feeling weak kneed, Nora let herself drop to the ground. Absently she grabbed one of the birthday pastries, starting to eat it without taking the candle out. With everything going around in her head, she didn’t notice it. “The hard way?” Nora asked finally. “You weren’t born like that?” Nora was talking with her mouthful. Manners were never her strong suit. “I was born like this. Is being born hard?” 

“I don’t know if it’s easier for those born with it. I suppose it is,” Alan crossed his arms over his chest, doing his best to ignore how uncomfortable polyester felt against his skin. “I got bitten about ten years ago.” He had the precise date stuck in his head, but wasn’t the sort to share anything he considered personal. That just wasn’t him. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to ignore her questions, even if he kept his responses as short as possible.

“I will leave you be, for now. I’m borrowing your… sleeping bag,” a sigh escaped from his lips again. This was new, a werebear. Terrifying too. Yet, he couldn’t leave her to just fend for herself, could he? She made it very clear that she didn’t need his help, but maybe she wouldn’t mind that he gave the thing a good wash. 

“I’ll bring it back,” he wasn’t one for promises, but she had no reason to doubt that. 

Nora didn’t object when Alan left with her sleeping bag. The candle had made its way into her mouth and she didn’t object to that either. She was just sitting there in awe. Who knew that her 20th birthday would come with the best gift she could have asked for. The knowledge that she wasn’t alone. In that moment, just for that instant, Nora thought to herself maybe she wasn’t the disgusting monster she thought she was. 

[npdlangley]

what if this wsa my last fucking straw i cannot take anymore academic failure