#discontrolism

[grauenart]

Discontrol.. @grauenart

[lifenconcepts]

No because I litteraly don’t allow them to affect my soul 😎😎 losers don’t get my vibe ykyk

Me when i join a community for a character, hesitantly post a drawing of that character that i drew, and get told “ew” in the replies

[delicatetaleprincess]

Whats in your mind

It was a cold morning when I was told to come here, it was so cold that my hands got numb

"Good morning Mr. Milo ******, I hope you know why you are here today so you can help us"

I spoke to the young man in front of me, his head hang low and his cap cover his face

"Please just dont call me by my last name, im not in good relationship with my family..."

His voice sounded broken, like If he had lost all motive to life

I couldnt control when by body let a unvoluntary sigh

The the young man infront of me was pityful, like most of the victims that had enter to interrogation

"Very well Mr. Milo" I said with a heavy tone "I need to know what you were doing the day of the incident"

The young man stay quiet as his body trembling when his hands shot to his face

"It wasnt suppose to happen like that..." the young man in a soft murmur

"What are you talking about Mr. Milo?"

I spoke remaining calm, his words highly suspicious

"Her surprise, the surprise for my Light!" the young man spoke this time louder, his shaky voice emphasize the word "Light"

I wrote down his words in a paper

"I asume that must your lover"

"She was more than my lover!" he scream, his hands went from his face to the desk

The sound of the desk being slam was loud as a gun shot in the silent room

"She was my world, my reason to life, my goddess!"

His breath quicken and for the first time in the whole interrogation I manage to see a glimse of his eyes, they look directly at mine under the cap that have gotten disarranged in his discontrol

I glimse of madness in them

"Mr. Milo please remain calm"

I spoke his ragged breathing starting to control and he slowly slumb back in his seat yet his body remain trembeling

I push a glass of water to him but It remain untouch

"Please proceed" I say when he seem to be more calm

"I was preparing a surprise for my Honey...i waited for them them outside when It happen, thats all" he say in weak murmur

"Do you have anyone who can corroborate your statement?" I ask writting It down

The room fell in a heavy silent, his head slowly lift up, finally facing me

And felt a chill run down my spine as i finally face him

A tired and broke man, yet his eyes shone with a dangerous glint I couldn't put my finger on

"You know everyome in that building is dead, right? My friends, my teachers, people who I didnt even knew and...my Light and you are asking me for a witness?" he said coldly

"..." I remain silent "We'll ask the people who were around that day"

"Is this all you need It from me?" he ask never breaking eye contact, a silent order for this to end

"This will be all"

As soon as i said those words left my mouth he stood up, the sound of the chair snap me out of my thoughts

"Mr. Milo wait"

I spoke out stopping him mid action at the door

Shuffling through my papers I finally found what I was looking for

"Take this"

"A pamphlet?"

he stare at the cover then at me

"You should go there, for what you told me you must have no one left, here you'll be able to return to your studies as well as to get a place to stay"

He stare at it and then at me

"It could also help you start a new" I added hoping he would take It

"I'll think about it" he said before leaving

He is pitting me

And he is a fool for that, like everyone was in that hell of a school

But I can do use this oportunity

To complete my Light wish

I'll find my perfect love

And if it cant come naturally

I'll make It

After all my Light as teach me well enough all I need to know

My Light i'll make you SO proud

[icystorm86skytte]

DISCONTROLLED CHAPTER 16! The Truth.

Warning as there is mild body horror mentioned! ‼️

"She was small in size." Said Hector. "Similar to the twins, and you Gil." Gil tried his best not to hyperventilate in panic. What if the same thing happened to his father? Or himself? "What you need to understand, is the fact that werewolves are not small Gil." Explained Hector. "Most people who have this condition are larger, and taller in stature." "But for shorter people Gil, like you and your father, and grandmother, it can stretch the body beyond its capacity." Said Hector.

"Like tearing the body apart?" Asked Gil with a shaky voice. "Unfortunately yes." Hector replied. Gil suddenly felt sick to his stomach. "B-but.. I'm even smaller than him.." he said shakily. Gil could only hope he would grow at least a little in his remaining years left of youth before fully adulthood. Everyone just looked at Gil sadly, not sure what to say. This was truly a scary and unfortunate condition to say the least. "What if it happens to my mayor dad??" Gil said with sad puppy eyes. "It won't Gil." Said Flint. "We will keep looking for him. He will be fine.”

MEANWHILE

Mayor Shelbourne ran and ran all the way to the other side of the island before he could destroy anything. He had to get out of there before his mind started to go. His body already threatened to change, and when it did, his mind was next. He collapsed to his knees out of breath and panted for air. He remembered that awful night, watching his mother suffer through the same thing. He fought through the flashbacks, trying not to let them get into his head.

This was the first time in a long time that he was actually scared for his life. He had to get as far away from town as possible before he did something he regretted. Before his anger got the best of him. Before his human self began to disappear both on the inside and outside. The further into the night, the worse it got. Especially during severe transformations like these. He wished more than anything this curse could be lifted from him. He even wished that for Gil too. The thought of having to deal with this for the rest of his life made him exhausted beyond words. How was he supposed to do this? He felt so betrayed by the universe.

Of course he inherited paranormal DNA. Of course he was cursed. Of course he was short in stature and it put his life at risk. Mayor Shelbourne grabbed the ground with long claws and tore up the grass beneath him and let out a huge roar. He was so angry. Everything would have been perfect if it weren't for this one thing. Oh the power and control he craved. He never felt fully in control over himself so it made him mad and thirst for control over anything else he can get.

He let out another angry roar as he realized all the untreated pain and trauma he had from the past. "WHY?!" He yelled out. "Why must this be?!?" This awful in INCURABLE curse!!! Always stepping in the way of his plans, always ruining his life from being perfect. This was the one major flaw. The one major flaw in his life that held him back from being everything he wanted to be, and it was unstoppable.

He began to fear that, deep down he really wasn't stronger than his wolf half. He always knew he had to be stronger than his wolf half to keep it under control. He wasn't, and he damn well knew it. Who in the world could be stronger than his wolf half? No one could save him from this. Not even himself. All he could do was just hope that fate wouldn't catch him early. He just hoped his wolf half wouldn't kill him.

Even though he knew it was a great possibility. Gil was at risk of the same thing, although he still had time as he was young. Being half werewolf usually worsened with age over time. Depending on the body and size, it depended on a lot of factors. It was such an incredibly rare condition, doctors and scientists had hardly even bothered with it. It made him even more angry. He just wanted to be freed of this.

He didn't want the thought of death to be always lurking in the back of his mind. No one knew this, but he was always thinking about the day this would finally kill him. The day his body would just give out. The day his son would just.. find him on the floor. Lifeless. Bones and organs torn apart, and bleeding out. What did he do to deserve this? He wanted to live as long as possible. He desperately tried to regain control of himself. He had to. It was his only chance.

Mayor Shelbourne just sat there on his hands and knees shaking as he felt tears falling down his face. He felt betrayed by the universe, by his body, by his mind, he felt so out of control. His need for control came from his trauma. The past made him like this in a way. Sure, he had a greedy personality, and was absolutely an awful man, but this was always a huge burden he had to bear.

And his son? He never wanted one. But he really hoped Gil didn't have to suffer the way he did. He truly did love him deep down. Even though he despised him for existing. How ironic as Mayor Shelbourne is his father, and he was the one who brought Gil into this world. It was his own fault, not Gil's. He brought Gil here. So how could he be mad at Gil for something HE did. He didn't know. He just was. Maybe someday he would be free from all the things he never wanted in life.

[mmargots]

5-16-2023

The end is near.

I feel it closing in, my chest is heavy and my throast is tightning

I feel like im going to choke on my own words

and I feel like my eyes are burning with guilt.

Im packing up my life for the 5th time? 6th? Can I even remember how many lives I've lived by now?

Do i eep chasing opportunities or am I just running away from something that I cannot put my finger on?

After 7 years of my life, on and off in this strange city in the mountains, in just 30 days i decided to pick it up and pout it away, writing a new chapter in my book , again?

And it doesn't matter anyhow, because I've chosen, even if im riddled with fear, even if my eyes are drowning with water and my stomach is emotionally sick... I chose, once again, myself, and myself alone.

Once again, I'm leaving people behind, I'mleaving love and I'm leaving friendship, I'm leaving my memories and I'm leaving this version of myself, bevause I've outgrown myself, and when will I ever be satisfied?

When will I wake up and not wish to be somewhere else, when am I going to stop running away from myself, when will I proclaim to myself that I like wherer I am, and that it's enough?

Is it my age? Is it my wishful thinking? Is it that I'm delusional?

I am delusional, I know that for a fact, but when willthis dilusion show itself to me as either the best chance I took of plain stupidity?

i am...terrified, jesus christ I am terrified of myself and the things I'm doing..

Is it a mistake? Am i ruining the good things that I have because I want to chase these imaginaries?

My love, that I'm leaving behind, will I remember in 10 years and regret being so selfish? Am I running out of time or am I early to the party?

My head is spinning, my shoulders are tense and my feet are aching.

God, oh god oh god oh god, I want to crawl in a hole and turn my brain off for 1 year, a year of rest and relaxation, no choicces to be made, no desires to follow and no longing.

What is a life without longing? Will I long for something I don't have or will enver hace for my entire life?

I wish somebody could make my choices for just a second, for just a second I want to be in complete discontrol of my life, tied at the hands , no otehr choice but to follow the order, no ACTUAL choice, no thinking of all the otehr options and answers i could choose, just an ACTUAL one choice, given to me by somebody else.

Just this once.

I'm terrified of my choices, more than ever, just this once, I wish I knew it was right, or that I am completely wrong, jut so I could tell myself 'I told you so' and KNOW i told myself.

jesus christ

[cosmologicdestruction]

You got rid from the most toxic... And maybe their fun is what you needed. Their discontrol. Theirs own lost.

[empressofkalumina]

x

[skinnyb1tchhh]

hi 🌸

I'm Ace🍃

I'm in a mental hospital rn

i suffer from ana, ocd, anxiety, depression, impulsive discontrol

pro ana just for myself

[ladymiraclewings]

Afraid by the discontroled puppet-dragon

Bonus:

*Grab him*

[v-hope]

You want to break up because of hate

Pairings: Kim Seokjin / Min Yoongi / Jung Hoseok / Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst

Request: "Hi! I don't know if you're still wanting reaction ideas but I would like to request/give an idea anyway (since your writing is so goood!) An reaction where you are in a relationship but It becomes public and you are met with hate/situations with saesangs etc, and you are getting tired of it and want to break up. A fluffy ending, or just pure angst (whatever works best for you) Have a great day 💕"

A/N: I was really feeling the angst, I'm sorry 😭 I also think these are longer than usual but oh well.

Kim Seokjin

One week.

It had been one fucking week since BigHit had released an official statement about your and Jin's relationship, after a few fan taken pictures had been leaked, leaving all of you with little no choice but to make your one year relationship public.

And somehow, one week was enough for you to start questioning your whole relationship.

It wasn't really the huge amount of social media hate you were receiving, but the actual physical hate you had started to get right after the announcement had been published. You couldn't even go to the grocery store on your own at this point because you'd most probably meet a few unfriendly people who would scream in your face just how much you didn't deserve to be with their handsome Kim Seokjin. They had already managed to make you feel worthless, but you could go on with that.

Or so you thought until that night, when Jin and you were leaving the BigHit building after a meeting regarding your relationship, for a group of fans were waiting for you outside, having to rely on a few bodyguards for you to make it to the car waiting for you – but not even them could save you this time.

This time, there were not only insults being directed your way, but one fan that managed to grab your wrist and pull you out of the ‘safe space’ the bodyguards had created around you and Seokjin.

After that, everything happened too fast.

All you heard were even more screams around you as you felt your body being pushed around. It wasn't more than ten seconds before Jin and his guards took you out of there and into the car, but that was enough for your arms to be covered in scratches and your heart rate discontroled given the panic you had felt.

“Baby…” Jin looked at you apologetically.

You knew he was blaming himself right then, and you also knew it was not his fault. Yes, this was caused because of you dating him, but there was nothing he could do. However, what left your mouth was:

“I want to go home”.

He nodded rapidly. “We're going to the dorms right now”.

“No” you shook your head. “I want to go to my house” you croaked out, trying your best to hold back your tears.

“But baby, you're bleedi–”

“And I'd appreciate it if you didn't stay over” you added before he could finish his sentence.

That was all he needed for his heart to drop. And when the car stopped in front of your place minutes later and you got out of it without a word, without one last glance at least, Seokjin felt as if everything you had been through together wasn't enough for you to want to put up with all that came with being with an idol like him.

Min Yoongi

You knew dating an idol wouldn't be easy. Yoongi had warned you multiple times, because it was not only your feelings the ones at risk, but also his. He had always ran away from his feelings, for he knew his life style wasn't particularly compatible with serious relationships – but with you he found himself not being able to escape anymore, and he needed you to know what you were signing up for by agreeing to be his girlfriend.

He had told you. Over and over. And you still stated you could do this, that you wouldn't run away later and break his heart.

But you didn't think it'd be this bad.

You thought you would lose your privacy and that you could carry on with, but you hadn't really thought about the amount of hate you would receive. Much worse, you hadn't thought about how much it would actually affect you.

That was the reason you were here right now, in Yoongi's room, looking into his heartbroken eyes after the words “I think we should break up” had abandoned your lips.

“No” he shook his head in denial, breaking your heart just a little more. “No, you promised”.

“Yoongi…”

“No, Y/N. You don't get to do this now” he furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. “You said you could deal with all of this… you… you promised” he repeated, as if that itself was enough.

You had. Which is why you felt like the shittiest person there was in the world.

“I'm sorry” you whispered, feeling like avoiding his gaze out of shame yet wanting to at least respect him enough to look him in the eye. “It's too much. It's too overwhelming and…” you took a deep breath, “I can't with all the hate, Yoongs”.

“I could help you with that if you let me!” he snapped, “I can go to BigHit and–”

“And what, Yoongi?” you laughed humorlessly. “Maybe they would be able to stop the hate I'm receiving online, but what about real life, huh? I can't go all day with bodyguards around me. I have a normal life, I have classes to attend, I…” you sighed, “I'm not an idol”.

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best to hold back the first tear that threatened with rolling down his face. That last statement had felt worse than a punch on the face. Because it was true, you were not an idol, and he was. How naive of him to believe two people from what, apparently to you, were two different worlds would ever work out.

It seemed like you had already made your decision on your own, was there anything he could do at this point?

“I trusted you, you know?” he shook his head one more time, going to open the door for you to get out.

You lowered your head, weakly nodding your head. “I know. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to keep my promise”.

Jung Hoseok

Heavy breathing was all Hoseok heard from the other end of the line as soon as he answered the phone. It was your number, so he knew it was you, but why weren't you speaking? Why were you…

“Angel?” he asked worriedly. “Are you crying?”

Then he heard a sob, making him feel a twinge in his heart.

“Y/N? What's wrong?”

“I can't do this anymore” you finally choked out – your voice being followed with harder sobs.

“You can't do what anymore?” Hoseok wondered in a weak tone, kind of knowing what it was but the idea itself being so heartbreaking he didn't even want to think about it.

“This. Us.” you explained.

“Y/N, please don't” he pleaded. “Don't do this. Not over the phone. Not when I can't be there with you to talk this out properly”.

“Don't you get it?” you laughed under your breath at how ridiculous this whole situation was. “There's nothing to talk out. I can't do this anymore, Hoseok”.

“So you already made your decision without me” his voice turned cold, breaking your heart in the process, for he never used that tone with you. “I can't believe you. I thought our relationship meant something to you. I thought I meant something to you”.

That's when you broke down even harder.

“I love you, Hobi. I love you so much b–”

“You don't” he cut you off, “because you wouldn't be doing this right now if you did”.

“They found out where I live” you finally confessed.

The line fell silent for a few seconds.

“Who did?”

“Your fans” you sniffled.

He gulped heavily, suddenly understanding what this was all about.

“They also found where I study, my work, they…”

“Baby” his voice went back to being soft.

And although hearing his familiar gentle voice when it came to you should've brought you comfort, it did quite the opposite. You were breaking his heart, you didn't deserve it.

“They know everything, Hobi. They won't leave me alone, I can't even leave my house without being harassed and…”

“Why didn't you tell me” he let out a shaky breath.

“What difference would it have made?” you bit your lip to stop it from quivering. “It would only have added stress to you–”

“And this doesn't?” he snapped. “Y/N, this is a thousand times worse. I can't… I can't lose you, please” he begged. “Let me fix this”.

“I'm sorry” he heard you sniffle one more time. “I love you, so much, and I wish things were different, but we're done. I'm moving in with my parents until this all calms down”.

Both his silence and heavy breathing let you know you were not the only one crying anymore. And, as cold hearted as it sounded, you added:

“Please make it public that we broke up so they'll leave me alone”.

Kim Namjoon

You loved Kim Namjoon. You had fallen for him like you never did for anyone else. And your feelings were actually stronger than the constant hate you had been getting from his fans ever since your relationship had became public.

You just ignored the rude comments, even got rid of some of your social media, because you couldn't even think about giving up what you had with Namjoon just because of some envious people.

The thing is, at some point it stopped being just rude comments made on the internet or even yelled at you on the streets, and turned into something way more serious.

Threats.

That's what you had been getting for a little over three weeks now.

Just like before, you had ignored them at first, but then you started receiving pictures of yourself from unknown numbers, and how could you not freak out about that?

It was simple. Either you broke up with Namjoon, or you were getting hurt.

You hadn't told him, for you didn't want him to worry. But he knew you too well not to notice something was going on with you. And when one afternoon you stood up from your spot on the sofa to go grab some water and your phone lit up with a new message, he finally understood what was going on.

“Y/N, what is this?” he asked – eyes fixed on your phone after he had picked it up to give it to you.

You didn't have to look at the text to know what it was about.

“Nams…”

“Why didn't you tell me you've been getting threats?”

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes.

“This is serious, you have to tell me these things” he furrowed his eyebrows, standing up to go to you. “I could've–”

“You could've done nothing!” you snapped, taking one step back and away from him. “There's literally nothing you or your company can do for me because they won't stop until we break up, don't you get it?”

He took a deep breath, trying to lock his eyes with yours. “Is that what you think?” he sounded almost scared of even asking, “is that what you want?”

Once again, you shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I just know I'm tired of being constantly followed and threatened. I'm tired of being scared” you admitted, speaking on the heat of the moment when you added: “And I think it'd be for the best if you left me alone for a while”.

[deadlysequence]

Update: Going lower...

Sadly things here in Chile aren’t improving. In fact, the attacks are even more savage and merciless. Why I say this? Because more malls are been destroyed, along with more shops and drugstores.

But the worse? They’re starting to attack medical buildings. A dental office were destroyed and some hospitals get some threats, includying one where one of my older sisters are working.

Considering that now, those violent groups now have no respect for possible lives lost in order to bring more chaos and discontrol, is highly possible that they’ll start to attack hospitals... and innocent people inside.

They already tried to burn alive like 12 police men and women inside one of their trucks (saved only because the mob wasn’t able to throw the heavy truck to the side) in Santiago. So... now is not only the aim to damage... but kill. No matter who’s in the mob’s way.

If my sister’s hospital is at the end, attacked, I hope she could ran away in time with her coworkers and patients.

This is when I ask... how low they’re going to fall at this point in the name of violence and anarchism?

[hjellacott]

Gosh YES. When I was a teen I was the easiest ten. Aside from some emotional discontrol, I was fine. No going to clubs and parties, no being home after a reasonable curfew time (I was just too tired and wanted to be home), no lying to my parents, lots of oversharing with my parents and just I was so boring my mum would encourage me to "get wild" sometimes. So as a result, my parents trusted me 100%. They never set a firm curfew, they just told me to call when I was coming home or alone, and to keep them in the loop and have my phone charged. I never got home drunk or did drugs or smoked, so there weren't even rules about those. Just "have fun, be responsible, call us every now and then". And so that's what I'd do. I'd go out maybe at 6pm and return at 12 or 11, but not all the time. Just once every few weeks, just to hang out with a friend in their house or the street.

All my friends had the opposite parents. They were quite rebellious, got themselves in trouble a lot for not calling their strict parents on time, hid a lot of info from them and lied to them, so I learned a lot. First, I befriended all their parents, which wasn't hard at all. I was naturally liked when they saw me, I was responsible, I was never drunk or smoking and there were no nasty stories about me for them to find out. After that, they begun asking me to keep an eye on their children when we went out, so I did. I told my friends what my relationship with my parents was like and how I achieved it. How I called them repeatedly through the night (hey dad I just arrived, I'm with x in x / hey mum, we're about to have dinner, we're all good / hey mum I think ill be going home in about an hour) without them having EVER asked me to call that much, and how I didn't do drugs or anything, and I listened to my parents and they always knew exactly where I'd be, with whom, and what we'd do. I shared so much with them that even if I'd done underage drinking, I'd tell them, often adding how I had hated it (which I had).

The consequence was, I was the one calling my parents and asking for help when a friend was in trouble in the middle of the night. Sometimes they'd give me advice and leave me to sort it, and say "just call if you need us" so if I couldn't sort it myself, I'd call them. My friends knew my parents weren't going to tell on them, but they were so embarrassed that they'd have to come and help them at like, 1am, that they'd start behaving better from then on.

And ALWAYS it was the parents of my more lying and trouble making friends who were the most anxious, strict and worried sick all the time.

So I learned it's about compassion and fear. If you understand your parents love you and know you're lying and are worried sick, and take care of it doing ANYTHING to ease their fears, they'll appreciate it, value it and trust you more and more. If on the other hand you answer to their fear by throwing tantrums, lying and ignoring their authority, you'll get more and more strict and terrified parents. And what happens eventually is that in the tense push and pull you're creating, you'll cross the line. A friend's dad literally had a heart attack from stress when we were 17. Lived, but was disabled since. Others end up completely killing their relationship with their parents.

So if you want trust, earn it. Respect them, trust them, love them, see why they're so worried, and maybe things will improve. It did for the few friends of mine who actually listened when I explained their parents were right.

[icystorm86skytte]

Posting the next chapter of my cwacom werewolf story DISCONTROLLED! I would post the previous chapters so it made more sense but I think we can all agree I’m too lazy for that. It’s basically a story of Mayor Shelbourne and how he’s half werewolf half human and he loses control and his werewolf half takes over his human half to make him only werewolf as a whole. His son Gil, the only other werewolf on swallow falls, is the only one who can stop it with the help of the cloudy gang.

Chapter 13

The sixth sense

It was Monday morning and thankfully Mayor Shelbourne remembered to put on a suit that was larger in size case a transformation happened so it wouldn’t rip. It was a bit large on him, but nothing abnormal looking. He just wanted to blend in as much as he could. He looked in the mirror and sighed deeply. He was going to have to plan the week days very carefully. In order to keep him feeling calm and collected he was going to have to start using his time wisely.

By 7:00 he would be up and get dressed and ready for the day. Luckily Gil was feeling a lot better and rested over the weekend. He would just have to be careful not to re injure himself again. By 7:30 mayor Shelbourne would be downstairs with Gil, both of them up and ready and Gil would make a large breakfast to hold his father off until lunch, with the increased appetite he was eating the same amount as a real wolf!

By 8:00 there they were at school. Gil decided to go to his classes today to take his mind off things. There was a math test coming up anyway, so he made his way to math class. The teacher greeted him and Gil said "good morning" in response. He made sure his father had a large cup of coffee before he went to class. He sat down at his desk and got his math notebook out of his school bag. He grabbed a pencil, only for it to break as soon as he began to write. That was odd. Gil didn't mean to push that hard.

He felt stronger than his usual self. Then Gil started feeling a very familiar sensation in his body. Oh no.. he whispered. It was the sensation of a transformation. Seriously? Right here right now? It's the middle of the day! He thought to himself. Gil's werewolf transformations only happened at night. Very rarely would they ever happen during the day. Why now? Gil couldn't seem to figure out what was triggering it. Was there a full moon tonight? A blue moon? He wasn’t sure.

Gil was able to remain in human form. He just felt his wolf side triggered. He wasn't always sure how to explain it. It was kind of like being hungry or thirsty, and feeling those sensations, but of course the body can still go a while without eating or drinking. A few days at most. It was the same with the transformations, (usually) although his father had been having more painful transformations lately.

Eventually if Gil kept holding in his transformation it would happen involuntarily. Luckily, he could keep it in until dark. So could his father most of the time, until he started having such bad flare ups with his transformations that were harder to control. Gil hoped he didn't get those. Lucky for Gil his transformations were usually fairly easy to manage to where even if he felt the urges, he could remain human until dark to release it.

If Gil kept holding in his transformation it would happen involuntarily. Luckily, he could keep it in until dark. So could his father most of the time, until he started having such bad flare ups with his transformations that were harder to control. Gil hoped he didn't get those. Lucky for Gil his transformations were usually fairly easy to manage to where even if he felt the urges, he could remain human until dark to release it. What was this?

He could sense his werewolf urges, but also his father's? Woah.. he thought to himself. It was as if he could practically (smell) his father having transformation urges as well. Then Gil thought for a moment. Looking back, he recalled that somehow right before he always transformed, his father could tell. Sometimes even before he could! Then right as Mayor Shelbourne would predict, Gil would transform. Gil always wondered how his father did that. Could this be the same thing? It had to be.

"It must be some sort of special werewolf sixth sense that comes with age." This was the first time Gil was able to sense this. Gil was astounded on how well he could pick up on it. "Just when I thought there was nothing left for me to learn about being half werewolf." He mumbled to himself. Apparently Gil still had much to learn. He was still very young after all. A werewolf pup. He hoped his father was alright. He decided after lunch, he would go back to his father's office.

What truly amazed Gil was the fact that he could sense how intense his father's transform urges were. Whether they were mild or severe, Gil could tell. As well as himself. Luckily the urges weren't too bad. As long as they both stayed on top of things, they should be fine. "Gil!" Brent tapped his shoulder, Gil looked behind him. What is it?" Said Gil. "Do you have any extra paper?" Asked Brent. "Oh sure,"said Gil as he tore a paper from his notebook. "Thanks" Brent replied.

"Hey are you okay? You look kinda distracted." Asked Brent. "Oh I'm fine, things have just been really busy at home." Gil replied. "Oh". "Are you having another transformation?" Asked Brent. "No not right now, but I'm feeling the urges to." Gil responded. For some reason Brent really liked watching Gil transform. He would often take pictures while it was happening to Gil. He always thought it was neat to watch. The bell rang for the next class.

Some time later Gil finished eating in the cafeteria at lunch, and made his way to his father's office. On the way there Gil ran into Earl. "Gil, do you know where your dad is?" "We have a meeting soon and we need him to be present." "He should be in his office Gil said." "He's not there." Earl replied. Uh oh.. Gil muttered. "Gil what's wrong?" Asked Earl. "Uhhh I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow." Gil replied. Gil then grabbed his school bag and ran through the halls to the front doors of the school. This is bad, this is so bad.. he muttered to himself nervously.

[sci-skin]

Bộ sản phẩm retinol cho người mới bắt đầu

Retinol cho người mới bắt đầu - đâu là sản phẩm phù hợp?Discromia là dòng sản phẩm đến từ Ý chuyên biệt điều trị sắc tố bằngng công nghệ Retinsphere độc quyền. Nổi bật với bộ 3 sản phẩm là Discromia Control Serum, Discontrol Control Peel, Discromia Control Day SPF50 phù hợp dành cho người mới bắt đầu dùng retinol.

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[thomas-querqy]

Samuel Bianchini, Discontrol Party #3, 2018, ph. Alexis Komenda, p. 158.

Discontrol Party #3, Dispositif festif interactif, 2009 - 2018 conçu et réalisé sous la direction de Samuel Bianchini

Jean-Paul Fourmentraux antiDATA – La désobéissance numérique – Art et hacktivisme technocritique aux Presses du Réel 

[the-adorable-vinnie-dakota]

Talking about discontrolled evolutions. I had this headcannon: The very first time Vinnie's Agumon (by the way did you knew you can nickname a Digimon?) evolves to MetalTyranomon, he discontrols and becomes wildly, Dakota couldn't control him, until Taomon and MetalGreymon X-Antibody defeat him. Then Savannah says: "Dakota, the next time, have better control of your pet.". And yeah, Brick and Savannah keep reminding the discontrol MetalTyranomon caused.

Dakota just grins sheepishly and shrugs - Though he mentally notes to take better care of his partner and help him so he adjusts to his new form